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When Our Heads Are Bowed with WoeWhen our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Jesu, Son of Mary, hear.
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Savior, When in Dust to TheeFather, when in love to Thee
Low we bow the adoring knee,
When repentant to the skies
Scarcely do we lift our eyes.
Then, O hear us as we plead
For Thy help in time of need;
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear, forgive us when we cry.
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