To the Lord our Sav­ior,
Sweetest of­fer­ings bring;
Of His love and mer­cy,
Let us join and sing;
When He walked the ci­ty,
Sought the qui­et glen,
Whom did Je­sus pi­ty
When He dwelt with men?

Jericho the beau­te­ous,
Crowned with liv­ing palms,
’Round the Sav­ior ga­thered
Beggars, seek­ing alms;
To him blind Bar­ti­me­us
Cried for mer­cy then;
Him did Je­sus pi­ty
When He dwelt with men.

Where Be­thes­da’s fount­ain,
Fair on Sa­lem flowed,
Lay a man im­po­tent;
None on him be­stowed,
In his years of sor­row,
Hope, or com­fort: then
Him did Je­sus pi­ty
When He dwelt with men.

Out of Nain, on Her­mon,
Came a strick­en one,
Going to the bu­ri­al
Of her on­ly son;
Back to life the Mas­ter
Called the loved one then—
Her did Je­sus pi­ty,
When He dwelt with men.

Journeying to Caper­na­um
By the pur­ple sea,
Jesus hears the le­per
Cry in mi­se­ry.
Thou hast pow­er to save me
If Thou wilt, and then
Him did Je­sus pi­ty,
When He dwelt with men.

On the cross re­ject­ed,
On that dark­ened day,
Oh for­give, My Fa­ther!
Hear the Sav­ior pray.
His di­vine com­pass­ion
Failed not, ev­en then,
Sinners Je­sus pi­tied,
When He died for men.