Saviour, when in dust to thee
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Saviour, when in dust to thee Low we bow the adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes; O by all thy pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany. By thy helpless infant years, By. thy life of want and tears, By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness; By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power: Turn, O turn a favouring eye, Hear our solemn litany. By the sacred griefs that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode; By the mournful word that told Treachery lurked within thy fold: From thy seat above the sky Hear our solemn litany. By thine hour of dire despair; By thine agony of prayer; By the Cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful Sacrifice: Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany. By thy deep expiring groan; By the sad sepulchral stone; By the vault whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God: O, from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, re-ascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn litany. |
Cum, Salvator, humiles flexo genu supplices oculis manantibus vix ad te suspicimus, quod tot aegrimoniis hic pro nobis luxeris, audiatur a throno nostra supplicatio. Primis annis impotens flens eras et indigens, quadraginta dein dies in deserto pressus es, totis inde viribus Satanae lacessitus: oculo sit in tuo nostra supplicatio. Tu flevisti Lazarum in sepulcro conditum; flesti tu Jerusalem praesciens perniciem; inter et tuos oves falsa movit te fides: audiatur haec throno supra supplicatio. Egit angor te tuum deprecari poculum, crucem, spinas passe tu, puncte contemptus acu, mactatum meridie quem texere tenebrae: audiatur haec bono corde supplicatio. Gemuisti moriens; lapis inde comprimens in sepulcro tenuit, quasi Deum vicerit: rursus orte Domine iamque caelis reddite, audiatur ilico nostra supplicatio. |