Now My Soul Arise Thy Lord Attending


Now, my soul, arise, thy Lord attending;
Follow to Gethsemane.
Lo! what wondrous grief His soul is rending!
Wondrous grief endured for thee.
To the ground behold the Savior falleth!
Lo! for help His wounded spirit calleth!
Lo! His blood the earth bedews,
Whilst His prayer thy Lord renews.

Ah! behold! for thee the Savior groaneth;
Him thy sins thus wound and grieve:
For thy guilt His precious blood atoneth,
And His death doth thine relieve;
Oh then ne’er disdain, oh ne’er disown Him:
Ever in thy love, my soul, enthrone Him:
On the cross where Jesus died
To the world be crucified.