E'en than a fleeting vapour.
Ah! Jesus, who did'st stoop so low,
Thy blood shed, life that giveth,
The bitter cross full well dost know,
And how the spirit grieveth
When cross and heavy woe combine,
So wilt Thou hear each cry of mine,
When bitterly complaining.
I know Thou feelest sympathy
When want and woe distress me,