When Our Heads Are Bowed with Woe

When our heads are bowed with woe

When our bit­ter tears o’er­flow

When we mourn the lost

the dear

Jesus

Son of Ma­ry

hear!

Thou our throb­bing flesh hast worn

Thou our mor­tal griefs hast borne

Thou hast shed the hu­man tear

Jesus

Son of Ma­ry

hear!

When the so­lemn death bell tolls

For our own de­part­ing souls

When our fi­nal doom is near

Jesus

Son of Ma­ry

hear!

Thou hast bowed the dy­ing head

With the thought of all its sin

When the spir­it shrinks with fear

Jesus

Son of Ma­ry

hear!

When the heart is sad with­in

With the thought of all its sin

When the spir­it shrinks with fear

Jesus

Son of Ma­ry

hear.

Thou the shame

the grief

hast known

Though the sins were not Thine own;

Thou hast deigned their load to bear;

Jesus

Son of Ma­ry

hear!