For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to Thee!
Be near me when I'm dying,
Oh show Thy cross to me!
And for my succor flying,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love to Thee!
Be near me when I'm dying,
Oh show Thy cross to me!
And for my succor flying,