Weeps the Savior o’er His Foe

Weeps the Sav­ior o’er His foe

The vil­est of man­kind:

Need we ar­gu­ments to show

His mer­cy un­con­fined?

Arguments His heart to prove

Copious from His eyes they fall;

Every tear de­mon­strates love

And love that died for all!

Still the streams of pi­ty run

And nev­er

nev­er cease

Still He mourns a soul un­done

By its own wick­ed­ness:

One who would from Him de­part

He doth with His mer­cy see:

Grieves for me His melt­ing heart

His Spir­it grieves for me!

Jesus

length­en out my day

That I Thy grace may know

Grace which takes the stone away

And makes the wa­ters flow:

Touch me with Thy sac­red grief

Draw me to Thy wound­ed side;

Then Thy blood is my re­lief

And speaks me jus­ti­fied.