Scripture Verse

Save, Lord: let the King hear us when we call. Psalm 20:9


Words: Un­known au­thor, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern.

Music: Death Will­iam H. Monk (1823–1889) (🔊 pdf nwc).

William H. Monk (1823–1889)


God the Fa­ther, God the Son,
God the Spir­it, Three in One,
Hear us from Thy heavenly throne,
Spare us, Holy Trinity.

Jesu, life of those who die,
Advocate with God on high,
Hope of immortality,
Hear us, holy Je­su.

Thou whose death to mortals gave
Power to triumph o’er the grave,
Living now from death to save,
Hear us, holy Je­su.

Thou before whose great white throne
All our doings must be shown,
Pleading now for us Thine own,
Hear us, holy Je­su.

Thou whose death was borne that we,
From the power of Satan free,
Might not die eternally,
Hear us, holy Je­su.

Thou who dost a place prepare,
That in heavenly mansions fair
Sinners may Thy glo­ry share
Hear us, holy Je­su.

We are dying day by day,
Soon from earth we pass away;
Lord of Life, to Thee we pray:
Hear us, holy Je­su.

Ere we hear the angel’s call,
And the shadows round us fall,
Be our Sav­ior, be our all;
Hear us, holy Je­su.

Wean our hearts from things below,
Make us all Thy love to know,
Guard from our ghostly foe:
Hear us, holy Je­su.

Shelter us with angel’s wing,
To our souls Thy pardon bring;
So shall death have lost its sting:
Hear us, holy Je­su.

In the gloom Thy light provide;
Safely through the valley guide;
Thee we trust, for Thou hast died;
Hear us, holy Je­su.

When Thy summons we obey
On the dreadful Judgment Day,
Let not fear our souls dismay:
Hear us, holy Je­su.

While the lost in terror fly,
May we see with joyful eye
Our re­demp­tion drawing nigh:
Hear us, holy Je­su.

May we see Thee on Thy throne
As the Sav-ior we have known,
And have followed as our own:
Hear us, holy Je­su.

May we then, among the blest
Who Thy name on earth confessed,
Hear Thee calling us to rest,
Hear us, holy Je­su.

From the awful place of doom,
Where in rayless outer gloom
Dead souls lie as in a tomb,
Save us, holy Je­su.

From the black, the dull despair
Ruined men and angels share,
From the dread companions there,
Save us, holy Je­su.

From the unknown agonies
Of the soul that helpless lies,
From the worm that ne­ver dies,
Save us, holy Je­su.

From the lusts that none can tame,
From the fierce mysterious flame,
From the ev­er­last­ing shame,
Save us, holy Je­su.

Where Thy saints in glo­ry reign,
Free from sorrow, free from pain,
Pure from every guilty stain,
Bring us, holy Je­su.

Where the captives find release,
Where all foes from troubling cease,
Where the weary rest in peace,
Bring us, holy Je­su.

Where the pleasures ne­ver cloy,
Where in angels’ holy joy
Thy redeemed their powers employ,
Bring us, holy Je­su.

Where in wondrous light are shown
All Thy dealings with Thine own,
Who shall know as they are known,
Bring us, holy Je­su.

Where, with loved ones gone before,
We may love Thee and adore
In Thy presence ev­er­more,
Bring us, holy Je­su.