Scripture Verse

Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do. Luke 23:34


Words: Ada R. Green­a­way, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1904.

Music: In­ter­ces­sor Charles H. H. Par­ry, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1904 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Green­a­way (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Charles H. H. Parry (1848–1918)


O word of pi­ty, for our par­don plead­ing,
Breathed in the hour of lone­li­ness and pain;
O voice, which through the ag­es in­ter­ced­ing,
Calls us to fel­low­ship with God again.

O word of com­fort, through the si­lence steal­ing,
As the dread act of sac­ri­fice began;
O in­fi­nite com­pas­sion, still re­veal­ing
The in­fi­nite for­give­ness won for man.

O word of hope to raise us near­er Hea­ven,
When cour­age fails us and when faith is dim;
The souls for whom Christ prays to Christ are giv­en,
To find their par­don and their joy in Him.

O In­ter­ces­sor, who art ev­er liv­ing
To plead for dy­ing souls that they may live,
Teach us to know our sin which needs for­giv­ing,
Teach us to know the love which can for­give.