Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.
Can a mother sit and
hear
An infant groan an infant fear --
No no never can it be.
Never never can it be.
And can he who smiles
on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small birds grief & care,
Hear the woes that infants bear --
And not sit beside
the nest
Pouring pity in their breast.
And not sit the cradle near
Weeping tear on infants tear.
And not sit both
night & day,
Wiping all our tears away.
O! no never can it be.
Never never can it be.
He doth give his joy
to all.
He becomes an infant small.
He becomes a man of woe
He doth feel the sorrow too.
Think not, thou canst
sigh a sigh,
And thy maker is not by.
Think not, thou canst weep a tear,
And thy maker is not near.
O! he gives to us his joy,
That our grief he may destroy
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan |
