Tenderly the Sav­ior list­ened
To the voice of grief or pain;
Oft His eyes with tear­drops glist­ened,
No one sought His help in vain.
Now, amid the choirs of Hea­ven,
Still He hears our faint­est pray­er;
May this grace to me be given,
Thy de­vo­tion let me share.

Refrain

Swift to hear, slow to speak:
Lord, in this Thy grace I seek;
Slow to wrath, O may I be,
Dearest Sav­ior, more like Thee!

Silently en­dured the Sav­ior
Cruel taunts, the scourge, the cross,
For His heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s favor
Counting all things else but loss.
Thus may I, thro’ pain or sor­row,
Calmly walk with­out alarm.
From Thy pa­tience let me bor­row,
Leaning si­lent on Thine arm.

Refrain

Was it not enough, O Sav­ior,
For us sin­ful men to die?
Spite of all our ill be­hav­ior,
Thou dost plead for us on high!
In the light of such com­pas­sion,
Shall I not for­giv­en be?
Let Thy free and full sal­va­tion
Magnify it­self in me.

Refrain