| 1 | Low in Thine agony,
Bearing Thy cross for me,
Savior divine!
In the dark tempter’s hour,
Quailing beneath his power,
Sorrowing yet more and more,
Thou dost incline. |
| 2 | O Lord of heaven and earth,
What sorrow unto death
Dost Thou sustain?
Thou dost in anguish bow:
Thou art forsaken now:
For me this cup of woe
Thou dost now drain. |
| 3 | In deep and trembling fears,
With crying strong and tears,
Now Thou dost pray.
‘If it be possible
This cup so terrible,
Father most merciful,
Take it away.’ |
| 4 | ‘Yet, Lord, Thy will be done;
Lo, I, Thine only Son,
This cup will drink.’
O wondrous love of Thine,
Unspeakable, divine;
To save this soul of mine
Thou wilt not shrink. |
| 5 | Savior, give me to share
Thy lowly will and prayer
In all my woe;
In my soul’s agony
Let me resemble Thee;
An angel strengthening me,
Let me, too, know. |
| 6 | Thy soul its travail saw,
And in its heavy woe
Was satisfied.
So let Thy sorrow, Lord,
Fullness of joy afford,
To life and God restored,
Through Him Who died. |
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| 1 | Low in Thine agony,
Bearing Thy cross for me,
Savior divine!
In the dark tempter’s hour,
Quailing beneath his power,
Sorrowing yet more and more,
Thou dost incline. |
| 2 | O Lord of heaven and earth,
What sorrow unto death
Dost Thou sustain?
Thou dost in anguish bow:
Thou art forsaken now:
For me this cup of woe
Thou dost now drain. |
| 3 | In deep and trembling fears,
With crying strong and tears,
Now Thou dost pray.
‘If it be possible
This cup so terrible,
Father most merciful,
Take it away.’ |
| 4 | ‘Yet, Lord, Thy will be done;
Lo, I, Thine only Son,
This cup will drink.’
O wondrous love of Thine,
Unspeakable, divine;
To save this soul of mine
Thou wilt not shrink. |
| 5 | Savior, give me to share
Thy lowly will and prayer
In all my woe;
In my soul’s agony
Let me resemble Thee;
An angel strengthening me,
Let me, too, know. |
| 6 | Thy soul its travail saw,
And in its heavy woe
Was satisfied.
So let Thy sorrow, Lord,
Fullness of joy afford,
To life and God restored,
Through Him Who died. |
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