EN 663 O’erwhelmed in Depths of Woe
Ps.22.16
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O’erwhelmed in depths of woe,
Upon the tree of scorn,
Hangs the Redeemer of mankind,
With racking anguish torn.
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See how the nails those hands
And feet so tender rend;
See down His face, and neck, and breast
His sacred blood descend.
3
Oh, hear that last, loud cry
Which pierced His mother’s heart,
As into God the Father’s hands
He bade His soul depart.
4
Earth hears, and trembling quakes
Around that tree of pain;
The rocks are rent; the graves are burst;
The veil is rent in twain.
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Shall man alone be mute?
Have we no griefs, or fears?
Come, old and young, come, all mankind,
And bathe those feet in tears.
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Come, fall before His cross,
Who shed for us His blood,
Who died, the Victim of pure love,
To make us sons of God.
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Jesu, all praise to Thee,
Our Joy and endless Rest;
Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here,
Our Crown amid the blest.

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