When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns

2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.

3 When the solemn death-bell tolls
For our own departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.

4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou the blood of life hast shed,

Thou hast filled a mortal bier;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.

5 When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.

6 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.

Rev. Henry H. Milman, 1827: verse 3, lines 1, 2; line 4, of each verse, alt.

2 In this world of care and pain,
Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it;
To the sunny, heavenly plain

Thou dost now with joy receive it;
Clothed in robes of spotless white,
Now it dwells with Thee in light.

IRENE 7.7.7.5.

3

Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we
Where it lives may soon be living,
And the lovely pastures see

That its heavenly food are giving;
Then the gain of death we prove,
Though Thou take what most we love.
Rev. Johann W. Meinhold, 1835. Trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1858
Rev. Clement C. Scholefield, 1874

Father, in Thy gra-cious keep - ing Leave we now Thy serv-ant sleep

For other Hymns on the Death of Christians, see 20, 24, 76, 493, 517, and under
THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS and THE LIFE EVERLASTING.