When Our Heads Are Bowed With Woe,
When Our Bitter Tears Overflow,
When We Mourn The Lost, The Dear
Jesus, Son Of David, Hear !

Thou Our Feeble Flesh Hast Worn,
Thou Our Mortal Griefs Hast Borne
Thou Hast Shed The Human Tear
Jesus, Son Of David, Hear !

When The Heart Is Sad Within,
With The Thought Of All Its Sin
When The Spirit Shrinks With Fear
Jesus, Son Of David, Hear !

Thou The Shame, The Grief, Hast Known
Though The Sins Were Not Thine Own,
Thou Hast Deigned Their Load To Bear
Jesus, Son Of David, Hear !

When Our Eyes Grow Dim In Death,
When We Heave The Parting Breath,
When Our Solemn Doom Is Near
Jesus, Son Of David, Hear !

Thou Hast Bowed The Dying Head;
Thou The Blood Of Life Hast Shed ;
Thou Hast Filled A Mortal Bier
Jesus, Son Of David, Hear !