Grieving For the Transgressors

Verse 1

Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise; To torrents melt, my streaming eyes; And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils which thou canst not heal.

Verse 2

See human nature sunk in shame; See scandals poured on Jesus' name; The Father wounded thro' the Son; The world abused, the soul undone.

Verse 3

My God, I feel the mournful scene; My spirit yearns o'er dying men; And fain my pity would reclaim And snatch the firebrands from the flame.

Verse 4

But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep where most it loves; Thy own all-saving arm employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy.