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,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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