But not in malice let the crime be told,
Nor publish to the world the evil taint.
3 The Saviour suffers when his children slide;
Then is his holy name by men blasphemed!
And he afresh is mocked and crucified,
Even by those his bitter death redeemed.
4 Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke;
Feel as one member in another’s pain;
Win back the soul that his fair path forsook,
And mighty and eternal is thy gain.