AGH 178

Verse 1

O perfect God, thy love
As perfect Man did share
Here upon earth each form of ill
Thy fellow men must bear.

Verse 2

Now from the tree of scorn
We hear thy voice again;
Thou who didst take our mortal flesh,
Hast felt our mortal pain.

Verse 3

Thy body suffers thirst,
Parched are thy lips and dry;
How poor the offering man can bring
Thy thirst to satisfy!

Verse 4

O Saviour, by thy thirst
Borne on the cross of shame, Grant us in all our sufferings here
To glorify thy name:

Verse 5

That through each pain and grief
Our souls may onward move
To gain more likeness to thy life,
More knowledge of thy love.