1 Suffering Son of man, be near me,
In my sufferings to sustain;
By Thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By Thy more than mortal pain.
2 Call to mind that unknown anguish,
In Thy days of flesh below,
When Thy troubled soul did languish
Under a whole world of woe.
3 By Thy most severe temptation
In that dark Satanic hour;
By thy last mysterious passion,
Screen me from the adverse power.
4 By Thy fainting in the garden,
By Thy dreadful death, I pray,
Write upon my heart Thy pardon;
Take my sins and fears away.
5 By the travail of Thy spirit,
By Thine outcry on the tree,
By thine agonizing merit,
Gracious Lord, remember me!
|First Line:||Suffering Son of man, be near me|
|Title:||Suffering Son of Man, Be Near Me|
|Author:||Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 (1767 Altered)|
|Meter:||8 7, 8 7.|