Beholding Transgressors with Grief. Psalm cxix. 136, 158

Arise, my tend'rest Thoughts arise; To Torrents melt my streaming Eyes; And thou, my Heart, with Anguish feel, Those Evils, which thou canst not heal.

See human Nature sunk in Shame; See Scandals pour'd on Jesus Name; The Father wounded thro' the Son; The World abus'd; the Soul undone.

See the short Course of vain Delight Closing in everlasting Night; In Flames, that no Abatement know, Tho' briny Tears for ever flow.

My GOD, I feel the mournful Scene; My Bowels yearn o'er dying Men; And fain my Pity would reclaim, And snatch the Fire-brands from the Flame.

But feeble my Compassion proves, And can but weep, where most it loves: Thine own all-saving Arm employ, And turn these Drops of Grief to Joy.