1 How kind the good Samaritan
To him who fell among the thieves!
Thus Jesus pities fallen men,
And heals the wounds the soul receives.
2 Oh! I remember well the day,
When sorely wounded, nearly slain,
Like that poor man I bleeding lay,
And groaned for help, but groaned in vain.
3 Men saw me in this helpless case,
And passed without compassion by;
Each neighbor turned away his face,
Unmoved by my mournful cry.
4 But He whose name had been my scorn
(As Jews Samaritans despise)
Came when He saw me thus forlorn,
With love and pity in His eyes.
5 Gently He raised me from the ground,
Pressed me to lean upon His arm;
And into every gaping wound,
He poured His own all-healing balm.
6 Unto His church my steps He led,
The house prepared for sinners lost;
Gave charge I should be clothed and fed,
And took upon Him all the cost.
7 Thus saved from death, from want secured,
I wait till He again shall come,
When I shall be completely cured,
And take me to His heavenly home.
8 There through eternal boundless days
When nature’s wheel no longer rolls;
How shall I love, adore, and praise,
This good Samaritan to souls!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11911
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