Text: | The Sins of Men |
Author: | Rev. Philip Doddridge |
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 scandals poured on Jesus' name;
The Father wounded thro' the Son;
The world abused, the soul undone.
3 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My spirit yearns o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim
And snatch the firebrands 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.
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First Line: | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise |
Title: | The Sins of Men |
Author: | Rev. Philip Doddridge |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |