Tenderly the Savior Listened

Tenderly the Sav­ior list­ened

To the voice of grief or pain;

Oft His eyes with tear­drops glist­ened

No one sought His help in vain.

Now

amid the choirs of Heav­en

Still He hears our faint­est pray­er;

May this grace to me be giv­en

Thy de­vo­tion let me share.

Swift to hear

slow to speak:

Lord

in this Thy grace I seek;

Slow to wrath

O may I be

Dearest Sav­ior

more like Thee!

Silently en­dured the Sav­ior

Cruel taunts

the scourge

the cross

For His heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s fa­vor

Counting all things else but loss.

Thus may I

thro’ pain or sor­row

Calmly walk with­out alarm.

From Thy pa­tience let me bor­row

Leaning si­lent on Thine arm.

Was it not enough

O Sav­ior

For us sin­ful men to die?

Spite of all our ill be­hav­ior

Thou dost plead for us on high!

In the light of such com­pas­sion

Shall I not for­giv­en be?

Let Thy free and full sal­va­tion

Magnify it­self in me.