Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCXLII (1790) Topics: Convinced of Backsliding Lyrics: 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 prayer,
Thy spirit sunk beneath its load,
Thy feeble 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 trembled, wept, and bled for me. Languages: English
Thou Man of griefs, remember me