1 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals poured on Jesu's name;
The father wounded through the son;
The world abused, the soul undone.
2 See the short course of vain delight,
Closing in everlasting night;
In flames, that no abatement know,
Kindled by sin the source of woe.
3 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain new pity would reclaim,
And snatch the fire-brands from the flame.
4 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.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799