Jesus, Full of All Compassion

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 curs­èd tree

Fain

I’d feel my heart be­liev­ing

That Thou suf­fered 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.