Grieving For the Transgressors

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.

See human nature sunk in shame;

See scandals poured on Jesus' name;

The Father wounded thro' the Son;

The world abused, the soul undone.

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.

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.