When our bitter tears o'erflow; When we mourn the lost, the dear, Gracious Son of Mary, hear! Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear: Gracious Son of Mary, hear! When the sullen death-bell tolls For our own departed souls; When our final doom is near, Gracious Son of Mary, hear! Thou hast bow'd the dying head; Thou the blood of life hast shed; Thou hast fill'd a mortal bier: Gracious Son of Mary, hear! When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin; When the spirit shrinks with fear, Gracious Son of Mary, hear! Thou the shame, the grief hast known, Though the sins were not Thine own; Thou hast deign'd their load to bear -- Gracious Son of Mary, hear! |