Jesus, full of all compassion,
Hear Thy humble suppliant's cry;
Let me know Thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint, and die;
Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelmed with helpless grief,
Prostrate at Thy feet repenting,
Send, O send me quick relief!

Whither should my soul be flying
But to Him who comfort gives?
Whither from the dread of dying
But to Him who ever lives?
While I view Thee, wounded, grieving,
Breathless on the cursed tree,
Fain I'd feel my heart believing
Thou didst suffer thus for me.

With Thy righteousness and Spirit
I am more than angels blessed;
Heir with Thee, all things inherit
Peace and joy. and endless rest.
Saved! the deed shall spread new glory
Through the shining realms above;
Angels sing the pleasing story,
All enraptured with Thy love.