Savior When In Dust To Thee

1. Sa- vior, when in dust to Thee Low we bow th'a- dor- ing knee, When, re- pent- ant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weep- ing eyes, O by all the pains and woes Suff- ered once for man be- low, Bend- ing from Thy throne on high, Hear our pen- i- ten- tial cry!

2. By Thy help- less in- fant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore dis- tress In the sa- vage wild- er- ness, By the dread mys- ter- ious hour Of th'in- sult- ing temp- ter's pow'r, Turn, O turn a fav'r- ing eye, Hear our pen- i- ten- tial cry!

3. By the sac- red griefs that wept O'er the grave where La- z'rus slept, By the bod- ing tears that flowed O- ver Sa- lem's loved a- bode, By the an- guished sigh that told Treach- er- y lurked with- in Thy fold, From Thy seat a- bove the sky, Hear our pen- i- ten- tial cry!

4. By Thine hour of dire de- spair, By Thine a- go- ny of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Pier- cing spear, and tor- turing scorn, By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dread- ful sac- ri- fice, Lis- ten to our hum- ble cry, Hear our pen- i- ten- tial cry!

5. By Thy deep ex- pir- ing groan, By the sad sep- ul- chral stone, By the vault whose dark a- bode Held in vain the ri- sing God, O from earth to heaven re- stored, Might- y, re- as- cend- ed Lord, Lis- ten, lis- ten to the sigh Of our pen- i- ten- tial cry!