621 O Jesus, our salvation,

1 O Jesus, our salvation, Low at Thy cross we lie: Lord, in Thy great compassion, Hear our bewailing cry. We come to Thee with mourning, We come to Thee in woe; With contrite hearts returning, And tears that overflow. 2 O gracious Intercessor! O Priest within the veil, Plead for each lost transgressor The blood that cannot fail. We spread our sins before Thee, We tell them one by one: O, for Thy name's great glory, Forgive all we have done. 3 O, by Thy cross and passion, Thy tears and agony, And crown of cruel fashion, And death on Calvary; By all that untold suffering, Endured by Thee alone; O Priest, O spotless Offering, Plead, for Thou didst atone! 4 And in these hearts now broken Re-enter Thou and reign, And say, by that dear token, We are absolved again. And build us up, and guide us, And guard us day by day; And in Thy presence hide us, And take our sins away.