Verse 1
Bowels of compassion, sound
In answer to our cry,
Let thy balmy grace abound,
Before our brother die!
Bleeding Lamb, thy blood impart
To sign a burthen’d soul’s release;
Whisper love into his heart,
And bid him die in peace.

Verse 2
Sinner’s Advocate, appear,
In all thy wounds confest,
Now his fainting spirit chear,
And calm his troubled breast:
Jesu, shew thine healing art,
And give his tortur’d conscience ease,
Whisper love into his heart,
And bid him die in peace.

Verse 3
Do not, Lord, for ever chide
With one, who was thy son:
Mercy cries—“Be pacify’d,
For all that he hath done:”
Tho’ he did from thee depart,
With pity see his last distress,
Whisper love into his heart,
And bid him die in peace.

Verse 4
If thou all his ways hast seen,
Since first from thee he ran,
If thy hand hath kept him in,
And fenc’d him round with pain;
If thy rod hath made him smart,
And still corrects his frowardness;
Whisper love into his heart,
And bid him die in peace.

Verse 5
Let the punishment suffice
He hath already borne,
Now to bless his closing eyes,
Thou lovely Lamb, return;
Ere the soul and body part,
Again thy lawful captive seize,
Whisper love into his heart,
And bid him die in peace.

Verse 6
Lord, we will not cease to pray,
We will not let thee go,
Till thou take his sins away,
And wash him white as snow;
Bless him, ere he hence depart,
With pardon and salvation bless,
Whisper love into his heart,
And bid him die in peace.

Verse 7
In this acceptable hour
Thy pard’ning grace reveal,
If the prayer of faith hath power
A sinsick soul to heal:
If the same thou always art,
Make all thy gracious fulness his,
Whisper love into his heart,
And bid him die in peace.

Verse 8
Son of God, come down, come down,
And tell him all thy name,
That we all around thy throne
Thy glories may proclaim;
That we never more may part,
Partakers of thy heavenly bliss,
Whisper love to every heart,
And bid us die in peace.