Jesus, full of all compassion

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!

Whither should my soul be flyingBut to him who comfort gives?Whither from the dread of dyingBut to him who ever lives?While I view thee, wounded, grieving,Breathless on the cursed tree,Fain I'd feel my heart believingThou didst suffer thus for me.

With thy righteousness and SpiritI am more than angels blessed;Heir with thee, all things inherit,—Peace and joy, and endless rest:Saved! the deed shall spread new gloryThrough the shining realms above;Angels sing the pleasing story,All enraptured with thy love.