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. WHEN 51. 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. 52. J. HERMANN SCHEIN'S "Cantional." 1627. መ. 0 t 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 ; A men. A - men. |