From earthly stain is free,
View not with scorn the erring one,—
He once was pure like thee.
2 O, if the smiles of love are thine,
Its joyous ecstasy,
Shun not the poor forsaken one,—
He once was loved like thee!
3 And still, ’mid shame, and guilt, and woe,
One Being loves him still,
Who, blessing thee, hath poured on him