Full Lyrics
VERSE 1
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.
VERSE 2
By the garden, fraught with woe,
Whither Thou full oft wouldst go;
By Thine agony of pray'r
In the desolation there;
By the dire and deep distress
Of that myst'ry fathomless;
Lord, our tears in mercy see:
Hearken to our litany.
VERSE 3
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.
VERSE 4
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 crosses royal road,
Lead us to the throne of God;
There for aye to sing to Thee
Heav'n's triumphant litany.
