|Location in The Sacred Harp|
Thou Man of griefs, remember me,
Who never canst thyself forget,
Thy last mysterious agony,
Thy fainting pangs, and bloody sweat,
When wrestling in the strength of prayer
Thy spirit sung beneath its load,
Thy feeble flesh abhor’d to bear
The wrath of an Almighty God.
Kedron 48b (Lines 1, 2, 3, & 4), Stanza 1
Thou Man of Grief (Kedron) 48b (Lines 1, 2, 3, & 4), Stanza 1
A taste of thy tormenting fears
If now thou dost to me impart,
Give the full virtue of thy tears,
The cries which pierc’d thy Father’s heart;
Unite my sorrows to thine own,
And le me to my God complain,
Who melted by thy Spirit’s groan,
Can save me from that endless pain.
Father, if I may call thee so,
Regard my fearful heart’s desire,
Remove this load of guilty woe,
Nor let me in my sins expire:
I tremble, left the wrath divine
Which bruises now my wretched soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine,
Long as eternal ages roll.
Kedron 48b, Stanzas 2 & 3
Thou Man of Grief (Kedron) 48b, Stanzas 2 & 3
To thee my last distress I bring;
The heighten’d fear of death I find;
The tyrant brandishing his sting
Appears, and hell is close behind!
I deprecate that death alone,
That endless banishment from thee:
O save, and give me to thy Son,
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me.
In Jesu’s name and Spirit I
As dying call, My God, my God,
Attend our strong united cry,
And see me roll’d in Jesu’s blood!
I arm me with his mortal pain,
Behind his wounds my soul I hide;
If thou canst slay thy Son again,
Transfix me now—thro’ Jesu’s side!