Jesus, 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 Repining,
Send, O Send Me Quick Relief.
Whither Should A Wretch 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,
That Thou Sufferedst Thus For Me.
With Thy Righteousness And Spirit,
I Am More Than Angels Blest;
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.