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- Man of sorrows, wrapt in grief.
Bow thine ear to, our relief;
Thou for us the path hast trod
Of the dreadful wrath of God;
Thou the cup of fire hast drained
Till its light alone remained.
Lamb of love! we look to thee:
Hear our mournful litany.
- By the garden, fraught with woe,
Whither thou full of wouldst go;
By thine agony of prayer
In the desolation there;
By the dire and deep distress
Of that mystery fathomless
Lord, our tears in mercy see:
Hearken to our litany.
- By the chalice brimming o’er
With disgrace and torment sore;
By those lips which fain would pray
That it might but pass away;
By the heart which drank it dry,
Lest a rebel race should die
Be thy pity, Lord, our plea:
Hear our solemn litany.
- Man of sorrows! let thy grief
Purchase for us our relief:
Lord of mercy! bow thine ear,
Slow to anger, swift to hear:
By the Cross’s royal road
Lead us to the throne of God.
There for aye to sin to thee;
Heaven’s triumphant litany.