By Thy birth and by Thy tears, By Thy human griefs and fears, By Thy conflict in the hour Of the subtle tempter???s power; Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. By the tenderness that wept O???er the grave where Lazarus slept; By the bitter tears that flowed Over Salem??? s lost abode, Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. By Thy lonely hour of prayer, By Thy fearful conflict there, By Thy cross and dying cries, By the one great sacrifice; Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. By Thy triumph o???er the grave, By Thy power the lost to save, By Thy high, majestic throne, By the empire all Thine own; Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die.