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Holy JESU, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Supplication on us pour,
Let us now kneel at the door,
By Thy night of agony,
By Thy bitter tears of woe
Let us not Thy love forego.
'Neath Thy wings let us have place,
WINCHESTER NEW. L. M.
An adaptation of a Choral by
BARTHOLOMÄUS CRASSELIUS. 1704.
THEN I survey the wondrous cross
Save in the death of Christ my God!
See! from His head, His hands, His feet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
That were a present far too small;
Or LEIPSIG. 8, 8: 8, 8.
J. HERMANN SCHEIN'S "Cantional." 1627.
WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And oh! when I have safely past
And days are dark, and friends are few, Through every conflict but the last,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
Still, still unchanging, watch beside