When Our Heads Are Bowed with Woe

Verse 1

When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesu, Son of Mary, hear.

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

Thou hast bowed the dying head, Thou the blood of life hast shed, Thou hast filled a mortal bier; Jesu, Son of Mary, hear.

Verse 5

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

Verse 6

Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, Though the sins were not Thine own; Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesu, Son of Mary, hear.