Son of Man, to Thee I Cry

Son of Man

to Thee I cry;

By the won­drous mys­te­ry

Of Thy dwell­ing here on earth

By Thy pure and ho­ly birth

Lord

Thy pre­sence let me see

Manifest Thy­self to me.

Son of Man

to Thee I cry;

By Thy bit­ter ago­ny

By Thy pangs

to us un­known

By Thy Spir­it’s part­ing groan

Lord

Thy pre­sence let me see

Manifest Thy­self to me.

Prince of Life

to Thee I cry;

By Thy glo­ri­ous ma­jes­ty

By Thy tri­umph o’er the grave

Meek to suf­fer

strong to save

Lord

Thy pre­sence let me see

Manifest Thy­self to me.

Lord of Glo­ry

God Most High

Man ex­alt­ed to the sky

With Thy love my bo­som fill

Prompt me now to do Thy will;

Then Thy pre­sence let me see

Manifest Thy­self to me.