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Ro­bert Grant (1780–1838).

SAVIOUR, when in dust to thee
Low we bow the ador­ing knee;
When, re­pent­ant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weep­ing eyes;
Oh, by all the 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, oh, 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 ang­uished sigh 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;
Oh! from earth to heaven re­stored,
Mighty, re-as­cend­ed Lord,
Listen, list­en to the cry
Of our so­lemn li­ta­ny.