1 Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus,
Hear Thy children cry to Thee;
Self and sin no more shall please us;
Hear our solemn Litany.
2 Thou didst suffer, gentle Jesus,
Bitter shame and agony;
From sin's bondage to release us,
Thou didst hang upon the tree.
3 But our sins it was that stung Thee,
Not the scourge, and nails and spear;
'Twas our sins alone that hung Thee
On the cross, O Saviour dear!
4 Thou wert pierced, Oh holy Jesus,
Pierced that sinners might not die;
Oh, let sin no longer please us,
Make us Thine eternally.
5 Gentle Jesus, Thou hast won us
By Thy Passion and Thy love;
Gentle Jesus, design to own us
In the land of rest above.
Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #76