Verse 1
In every child of misery,
Jesus, I would my neighbour see
With pity from above,
Indear’d by grace and nature’s ties
Would see the sinner with thy eyes,
And in thy bowels love.
Verse 2
Mercy constrains me to relieve
Who needs, and will my help receive
By more than blood allied,
Stranger, or foe, he claims my aid,
A soul whom my Creator made,
For whom my Saviour died.