By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 MY sufferings all to thee are known,
      Tempted in every point like me;
      Regard my grief, regard thy own,
      Jesus, remember Calvary!

      2 O call to mind thy earnest prayers,
      Thy agony, and sweat of blood,
      Thy strong and bitter cries and tears,
      Thy mortal groan, "My God! my God!"

      3 For whom didst thou the cross endure?
      Who nailed thy body to the tree?
      Did not thy death my life procure?
      O let thy pity answer me!

      4 Art thou not touched with human woe?
      Hath pity left the Son of man?
      Dost thou not all my sorrows know,
      And claim a share in all my pain?

      5 Have I not heard, have I not known,
      That thou, the everlasting Lord,
      Whom heaven and earth their Maker own,
      Art always faithful to thy word?

      6 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed,
      Or quench the smallest spark of grace,
      Till through the soul thy power is spread,
      Thy all-victorious righteousness.

      7 The day of small and feeble things
      I know thou never wilt despise;
      I know, with healing in his wings
      The Sun of righteousness shall rise.

      8 With labour faint thou wilt not fail,
      Or wearied give the sinner o'er,
      Till in this earth thy judgments dwell,
      And, born of God, I sin no more.