Seeking me, beside the fountain
Thou didst rest thee; to the mountain,
For my sake, thou didst betake thee;
On that dear cross, to redeem me,
Thou didst hang. Lord! is it seemly,
So much costing, I should perish?
Thou didst smile on Mary’s unction,
Tearful love, and deep compunction,
On the dying thief’s confession.
Like them guilty, like them grieving,
Like them loving, and believing,
Lord! show me a like compassion.
To thy mercy I confide me;
From thy justice, Saviour, hide me,
Ere that day of dread accounting.
Oh, that day of strange uprising!
Oh, that solemn criticising!
Oh, that sentence past reversal!
Peace to thee! departed brother,
Tenant once of this cold clay!
Jesus! give him rest alway. Amen.
C. W.