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.
2 See human nature sunk in shame!
See scandal poured on Jesu's name!
The Father wounded through the Son!
The world abused, the soul undone!
3 See the short course of vain delight
Closing in long and dreadful night!
In flames that no abatement know,
The briny tears for ages flow.
4 My God I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim,
And snatch the fire-brands from the flame.
5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves;
Thine own all saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791