1 Thou Man of griefs, remember me,
Who never canst thyself forget!
Thy last, mysterious agony,
Thy fainting pangs, and bloody sweat!
2 When wrestling in the strength of pray'r,
Thy spirit sunk beneath its load;
Thy feebled flesh abhorr'd to bear
The wrath of an almighty God.
3 Father, if I may call thee so,
Regard my fearful heart's desire!
Remove this load of guilty woe,
Nor let me in my sins expire!
4 I tremble, lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my wretched soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine,
Long as eternal ages roll.
5 To thee my last distress I bring!
The heighten'd fear of death I find;
The tyrant, brandishing his sting,
Appears, and hell is close behind.
6 I deprecate that death alone,
That endless banishment from thee:
O save, and give me to thy Son,
Who trembl'd, wept, and bled for me.
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First Line: | Thou Man of griefs, remember me |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Convinced of Backsliding |
Notes: | Sing to PUDSEY |