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THE CHILDREN'S HYMN. |
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XXXIV. THE CHILDREN'S HYMN.
Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus,
Hear Thy children cry to Thee;
Self and sin no more shall please us,
Hear our solemn litany!
Hear Thy children cry to Thee;
Self and sin no more shall please us,
Hear our solemn litany!
Thou didst suffer, gentle Jesus,
Bitter shame and agony;
From sin's bondage to release us
Thou didst hang upon the tree.
Bitter shame and agony;
From sin's bondage to release us
Thou didst hang upon the tree.
Thou didst bear the nails and spitting,
Cruel scourge and thorny crown,
And the soldiers' mockery sitting
Meekly on Thy mimic throne.
Cruel scourge and thorny crown,
And the soldiers' mockery sitting
Meekly on Thy mimic throne.
Thou didst bear the Jews' deriding,
Judas' guilt, and Herod's pride,
And Thy Mother's grief abiding
Mute and tearful by Thy side.
Judas' guilt, and Herod's pride,
And Thy Mother's grief abiding
Mute and tearful by Thy side.
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But my sins it was that stung Thee,
Not the scourge, and nails, and spear;
'Twas my sins alone that hung Thee
On the Cross, my Saviour dear!
Not the scourge, and nails, and spear;
'Twas my sins alone that hung Thee
On the Cross, my Saviour dear!
By Thy childhood, gentle Jesus;
By the pains Thou didst endure,
Let not sin and Satan please us,
Make us gentle, good, and pure!
By the pains Thou didst endure,
Let not sin and Satan please us,
Make us gentle, good, and pure!
Thou wast pierced, O gentle Jesus,
Pierced that sinners might not die;
O let sin no longer please us,
Make us Thine eternally!
Pierced that sinners might not die;
O let sin no longer please us,
Make us Thine eternally!
Gentle Jesus! Thou hast won us
By Thy Passion and Thy love:
Gentle Jesus! deign to own us
In the land of rest above!
By Thy Passion and Thy love:
Gentle Jesus! deign to own us
In the land of rest above!
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