1 Jesus, full of all compassion,
Hear Thy humble suppliant’s cry:
Let me know Thy great salvation;
See! I languish, faint, and die.
2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief,
Prostrate at Thy feet repenting,
Send, oh, send me quick relief!
3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to Him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to Him who ever lives?
4 While I view Thee, wounded, grieving,
Breathless, on the cursèd tree,
Fain I’d feel my heart believing,
Thou did'st suffer thus for me.
|First Line:||Jesus, full of all compassion|
|Meter:||8s & 7s.|
|Topic:||Contrition; Conviction; Pardon(1 more...)|
|Notes:||Author from index: Turner|