Hymn CLXXXII. Long Metre. Divine Compassion to Sinners

Not to condemn the sons of men Did Christ the son of God appear; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword nor thunder there.

Such was the pity of our God, He lov'd the race of man so well; He sent his son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell.

Let sinners hear the Saviour's word, Trust in his mighty name and live, A thousand joys his lips afford, His hands a thousand blessings give.

"Come all ye weary, fainting souls, Ye heavy laden sinners come; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And lead you to my heavenly home.

"Ye shall find rest that learn of me, I'm of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind.

"Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take My yoke and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light."

Jesus, we come at thy command, With faith and hope and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand, To rule and guide us at thy will.