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I have a deep, abiding love of Lenten hymns. The poetry is so beautiful, and I could sit and ponder the language all day (apologies to all non-English majors out there). I mean, look at the fourth verse. Where else do you see a word like sepulchral? I can’t help adoring these beautiful words. I invite you to read through (or even sing!) this beautiful Lenten hymn (it’s in the public domain, so I think I’m safe to publish it here).

Lutheran Service Book 419

Savior, When in Dust to Thee

1  Savior, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow the_adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;
O, by all Thy pains and woe
Suffered once for us below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our penitential cry!

2  By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of deep distress
In the savage wilderness,
By the dread, mysterious hour
Of the_insulting tempter’s pow’r,
Turn, O turn a fav’ring eye;
Hear our penitential cry!

3  By Thine hour of dire despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O’er the dreadful sacrifice,
Listen to our humble sigh;
Hear our penitential cry!

4  By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sad sepulchral stone,
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God,
O, from earth to heav’n restored,
Mighty, reascended Lord,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our penitential cry!

Next post coming Sunday.