Father of Compassion

Sometimes we think we cannot bear

The sorrows of this life

But oh my Jesus, You are there

Through all its tears and strife

Since Eden’s grief and Adam’s woe

We bear life’s cursed travail

But oh my Jesus, this we know

Your mercy will not fail

Father of comfort, hear our plea

For we are weak and poor

Though howling fiends of misery

Ravage earth’s stricken shore

You are greater; demons tremble

At the thought of You

And, though we falter, Lord or stumble

You will help us through

We suffer, but with Sympathy

For no grief have we borne

Beyond the groans of Calvary 

Where You endured our scorn

Thus, when life’s sorrow fills our cup

And anguish sears the land

You plead with us to come; look up

And hold Your nail-scarred Hand

© Janet Martin