Thou Man of Grief

Thou Man of grief, remember me,
Thou never canst thyself forget
Thy last expiring agony,
Thy fainting pangs, and bloody sweat.

 

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 lest the wrath divine

Which bruises now my wretched soul,

Should bruise this wretched soul of mine

Long as eternal ages roll.

 

Tune: Kedron

Text: Charles Wesley