124 Savior, When in Dust to You

1 Savior, when in dust to you Low we bow in homage due, When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes; Oh, by all your pains and woe Suffered once for us below, Bending from your throne on high, Hear our penitential cry! 2 By your helpless infant years, By your life of want and tears, By your days of deep distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread, mysterious hour Of th' insulting tempter's pow'r, Turn, oh, turn a fav'ring eye, Hear our penitential cry! 3 By your hour of dire despair, By your agony of prayer, By the cross, the nails, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn, By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful sacrifice, Listen to our humble sigh, Hear our penitential cry! 4 By your deep expiring groan, By the sad sepulchral stone, By the vault whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God, Oh, from earth to heav'n restored, Mighty, reascended Lord, Bending from your throne on high, Hear our penitential cry!