1 So fair a face bedew'd with tears!
What beauty e'en in grief appears?
He wept, he bled, he died for you;
What more, ye saints, could Jesus do?
2 Enthron'd above, with equal glow
His warm affections downward flow;
In our distress he bears a part,
And feels a sympathetic smart.
3 Still his compassions are the same,
He knows the frailty of our frame;
Our heaviest burdens he sustains,
Shares in our sorrows, and our pains.
Source: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs: selected and original, designed for the use of the Church Universal in public and private devotion #CXXXII