is Thy life-blood pour-ing; For Thee, my Sav-iour, scarce my tears will flow. A-men. M Y Lord, my Master, at Thy feet adoring, I see Thee bowed beneath Thy load of woe; 2 Thine own disciple to the Jews has sold Thee; While Thou hast seen my falsehood and my shame! 3 With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems Thy weakness, Thou art unmoved and steadfast in Thy meekness; 4 My Lord, my Saviour, when I see Thee wearing 5 O Victim of Thy love! O pangs most healing! Jacques Bridaine, 1765; tr. Thomas B. Pollock, 188 |