With outstretch’d arms and bursting heart she cried
To Him, whose pierced hands and bleeding side
Told of his dying love, “O, pity me!
O, pity me! I cast myself on thee!”
Was all that she could say; but Jesus heard
Her broken cry, and at his sovereign word,
Sweet tears came trickling down her marble cheek,
And tenderly did angel voices speak:
They whisper’d gently in her ravish’d ear,
“Jesus is here, sad mourner! Do not fear.”