Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the Cross I spend;
Life and health and peace possessing,
From the sinners dying friend.
Truly blessed is this station,
Low before His Cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion,
Beaming in His languid eye.
Love and grief my heart deviding,
With all my tears His feet I’ll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from His death.
For Thy sorrows we adore Thee-
For the griefs that wrought our peace-
Gracious Saviour! We implore Thee,
In our hearts Thy love increase.