Jesus, Full of All Compassion

Jesus, full of all compassion,

Hear Thy humble suppliant’s cry;

Let me know Thy great salvation;

See! I languish, faint, and die.

Guilty, but with heart relenting,

Overwhelmed with helpless grief,

Prostrate at Thy feet repining,

Send, oh, send me quick relief!

Whither should a wretch be flying,

But to Him who comfort gives?

Whither, from the dread of dying,

But to Him who ever lives?

While I view Thee, wounded, grieving,

Breathless, on the cursèd tree,

Fain I’d feel my heart believing,

That didst suffer thus for me.

Amen,