Pity, O Lord, the wandering one,
The outcast of the sons of men;
Against Thyself his deeds were done;
Wilt Thou not take him back again?
Bend down, and catch his weary sigh,
And let him in his anguish hear
The footsteps of his Father nigh,
To break his chain, to wipe his tear.
I too have been a, sinner, Lord;
I too like him have gone astray,
Forgetful of Thy holy Word,
And walking in the devious way.
Pity my brother in his wrong;
Pity, as Thou hast pitied me;
And, with Thy tender arm and strong,
Set the poor bleeding captive free.
The outcast of the sons of men;
Against Thyself his deeds were done;
Wilt Thou not take him back again?
Bend down, and catch his weary sigh,
And let him in his anguish hear
The footsteps of his Father nigh,
To break his chain, to wipe his tear.
I too have been a, sinner, Lord;
I too like him have gone astray,
Forgetful of Thy holy Word,
And walking in the devious way.
Pity my brother in his wrong;
Pity, as Thou hast pitied me;
And, with Thy tender arm and strong,
Set the poor bleeding captive free.
— Christ in the Soul (1872) LVI.
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