O'erwhelmed in Depths of Woe
LENT AND PASSIONTIDE

O'erwhelmed in depths of woe
Saevo dolorum turbine

Tr. Rev. E. Caswall
Nicola A. Montani

Moderato

1.
O'erwhelmed in depths of woe,
Upon the Tree of scorn
Hangs the Redeemer of mankind,
With racking anguish torn.

2.
See! How the nails those Hands
And Feet so tender rend;
See! Down His Face, and Neck, and Breast,
His sacred Blood descend.

3.
Hark! With what awful cry,
His Spirit takes its flight;
That cry, it smote His Mother's heart
And wrapt her soul in night.

4.
Come, fall before His Cross,
Who shed for us His blood;
Who dies, the victim of pure love,
To make us Sons of God.

5.
Jesu! All praise to Thee,
Our joy and endless rest;
Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here,
Our Crown amid the blest.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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