Father of Mercies, Send Thy Grace

Father of mer­cies

send Thy grace

All pow­er­ful from above

To form in our obe­di­ent souls

The im­age of Thy love.

O may our sym­pa­thiz­ing breasts

That ge­ne­rous plea­sure know

Kindly to share in othe­rs’ joy

And weep for oth­ers’ woe!

When the most help­less sons of grief

In low dis­tress are laid

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel

And swift our hands to aid.

So Je­sus looked on dy­ing men

When throned above the skies

And ’midst th’em­braces of His God

He felt com­pas­sion rise.

On wings of love the Sav­ior flew

To raise us from the ground

And made the rich­est of His blood

A balm for eve­ry wound.