Jesus sees, he feels, he pities; he for us keen anguish knew,
He was numbered with transgressors; harmless, but his friends were few.
Those immersed in love’s deep ocean, nothing will or can offend;
They will bow in sweet submission, knowing Heaven will them defend.
Let us then our suffering brother seek where’er his lot is cast;
Priests and Levites having seen him, on the other side have passed;
But of God he’s not forsaken; He has known each bitter pang;
He has seen his tears and sorrows, and has known from whence they sprang.
Jesus sees when best to succor, every wrong will bring to light;
He will have obedient children who in doing good delight,