1 Arise, my tend'rest Thoughts arise,
To torrents melt my streaming Eyes!
And thou my Heart with Anguish feel,
Those Evils which thou can'st not heal.

2 See human nature sunk in Shame!
See Scandal pour'd on Jesu's Name!
The Father wounded through the Son!
The World abus'd, the Soul undone!

3 See the short Course of vain Delight
Closing in long and dreadful Night!
In Flames that no Abatement know,
The briny Tears for Ages flow.

4 My God I feel the mournful Scene;
My Bowels yearn o'er dying Men;
And fain my Pity would reclaim,
And snatch the Fire-brands from the Flame.

5 But feeble my Compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves;
Thine own all saving Arm employ,
And turn these Drops of Grief to Joy.