By Thy Birth and by Thy Tears

By Thy birth and by Thy tears

By Thy hu­man griefs and fears

By Thy con­flict in the hour

Of the sub­tle tempt­er’s pow­er;

Savior

look with pi­ty­ing eye;

Savior

help me

or I die.

By the ten­der­ness that wept

O’er the grave where La­za­rus slept;

By the bit­ter tears that flowed

Over Sa­lem’s lost ab­ode

Savior

look with pi­ty­ing eye;

Savior

help me

or I die.

By Thy lone­ly hour of pray­er

By Thy fear­ful con­flict there

By Thy cross and dy­ing cries

By the one great sac­ri­fice;

Savior

look with pi­ty­ing eye;

Savior

help me

or I die.

By Thy tri­umph o’er the grave

By Thy pow­er the lost to save

By Thy high

ma­jes­tic throne

By the em­pire all Thine own;

Savior

look with pi­ty­ing eye;

Savior

help me

or I die.