By Thy Birth And By Thy Tears

By Thy birth and by Thy tears,

By Thy human griefs and fears,

By Thy conflict in the hour

Of the subtle tempter's power;

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

By the tenderness that wept

O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;

By the bitter tears that flowed

Over Salem' s lost abode,

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

By Thy lonely hour of prayer,

By Thy fearful conflict there,

By Thy cross and dying cries,

By the one great sacrifice;

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.

By Thy triumph o'er the grave,

By Thy power the lost to save,

By Thy high, majestic throne,

By the empire all Thine own;

Savior, look with pitying eye;

Savior, help me, or I die.