Jesu, Show Us Thy Salvation

Jesu

show us Thy sal­va­tion

In Thy strength we strive with Thee

By Thy mys­tic in­car­na­tion

By Thy pure na­ti­vi­ty;

Save us Thou

our New-Cre­at­or

Into all our souls im­part

Thy di­vine

un­sin­ning na­ture

Form Thy­self with­in our heart.

By Thy first blood-shed­ding heal us;

Cut us off from ev­ery sin

By Thy cir­cum­ci­sion seal us

Write Thy law of love with­in;

By Thy Spir­it cir­cum­cise us

Kindle in our hearts a flame;

By Thy bap­tism bap­tize us

Into Thy all glo­ri­ous name.

By Thy fast­ing and temp­ta­tion

Mortify our vain de­sires

Take away what sense

or pas­sion

Appetite

or flesh re­quires:

Arm us with Thy self de­ni­al

Every tempt­ed soul de­fend

Save us in the fie­ry tri­al

Make us faith­ful to the end.

By Thy sor­er suf­fer­ings save us

Save us when con­formed to Thee

By Thy mi­se­ries re­ceive us

By Thy pain­ful ago­ny;

When be­neath Thy frown we lang­uish

When we feel Thine an­ger’s weight

Save us by Thine un­known ang­uish

Save us by Thy bloody sweat.

By that high­est point of pas­sion

By Thy suf­fer­ings on the tree

Save us from the in­dig­na­tion

Due to all man­kind

and me;

Hanging

bleed­ing

pant­ing

dy­ing

Gasping out Thy lat­est breath

By Thy pre­cious death’s ap­ply­ing

Save us from eter­nal death.

From the world of care re­lease us

By Thy de­cent bu­ri­al save

Crucified with Thee

O Je­sus

Hide us in Thy qui­et grave:

By Thy pow­er di­vine­ly glo­ri­ous

By Thy re­sur­rect­ion’s pow­er

Raise us up

o’er sin vic­tor­ious

Raise us up to fall no more.

By the pomp of Thine as­cend­ing

Live we here to Heav­en re­stored

Live in plea­sures nev­er end­ing

Share the por­tion of our Lord:

Let us have our con­ver­sa­tion

With the bless­èd spir­its ab­ove

Saved with all Thy great sal­va­tion

Perfectly re­newed in love.

Glorious Head

tri­umph­ant Sav­ior

High en­throned ab­ove all height

We have now through Thee found fa­vor

Righteous in Thy Fa­ther’s sight:

Hears He not Thy pray­er un­ceas­ing?

Can He turn away Thy face:

Send us down the pur­chased bless­ing

Fullness of the Gos­pel grace.

By the com­ing of Thy Spir­it

As a migh­ty rush­ing wind

Save us in­to all Thy mer­it

Into all Thy sin­less mind;

Let the per­fect gift be giv­en

Let Thy will in us be seen

Done on earth as ’tis in Heav­en

Lord

Thy Spir­it cries Amen!