The dying robber raised his aching brow (Anonymous)
- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2022-08-13). Score information: A4, 1 page, 51 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in The English Hymnal, 1933.
Description: A descant to the hymn is available by Geoffrey Shaw.
Original text and translations
The dying robber raised his aching brow
to claim the dying Lord for company;
and heard, in answer to his trembling vow,
the promise of the King: Thou—even thou—
today shalt be in Paradise with me.
We too the measure of our guilt confess,
knowing thy mercy, Lord, our only plea;
that we, like him, through judgement and distress,
for all the weight of our unworthiness
may win our way to Paradise with Thee.
But so bewildered is our failing heart,
so dim the lustre of thy royalty,
we hardly know Thee, Lord, for what thou art,
till we begin to take the better part
And lose ourselves in Paradise with thee.
Then lift our eyes, dear Lord, from this poor dross,
to see thee reigning in humility,
the King of love; that, wresting gain from loss,
we, too, may climb the ladder of the Cross,
to find our home in Paradise with thee.