1 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!

2 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.

3 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.