After him who from Him turns,
From His people's midst doth wander,
Love would make thee weep and ponder.
God the good not only loveth
Who in His house ever dwell,
But His heart compassion moveth
Tow'rds those whom the prince of hell
Hath enslav'd, the cruel foe
Who men's hearts with hate to glow
Makes 'gainst Him, who when He ever