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Jesus, Full of All Compassion
Verse 1
Jesus, full of all compassion,
Hear thy humble suppliant’s cry;
Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint and die.
Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelmed with helpless grief,
Prostrate at Thy feet repining,
Send, O send me quick relief.
Hear thy humble suppliant’s cry;
Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint and die.
Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelmed with helpless grief,
Prostrate at Thy feet repining,
Send, O send me quick relief.
Verse 2
Whither should my soul be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?
While I view thee, wounded, grieving,
Breathless, on the cursed tree,
Fain I’d feel my heart believing
Thou didst suffer thus for me.
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?
While I view thee, wounded, grieving,
Breathless, on the cursed tree,
Fain I’d feel my heart believing
Thou didst suffer thus for me.
Verse 3
With thy righteousness and Spirit,
I am more than angels blessed;
Heir with thee, all things inherit —
Peace, and joy, and endless rest.
Saved! the deed shall spread new glory
Through the shining realms above;
Angels sing the pleasing story,
All enraptured with thy love.
I am more than angels blessed;
Heir with thee, all things inherit —
Peace, and joy, and endless rest.
Saved! the deed shall spread new glory
Through the shining realms above;
Angels sing the pleasing story,
All enraptured with thy love.