The Same.
1 Oh shut not out sweet Pity's ray
From souls now clouded o'er by sin;
Touch their deep springs, and let the day
Of Christian love flow freely in.
2 Send them kind missions, though their feet
No more again the world may tread;
Some pulse of better life may beat
In hearts that seem unmoved and dead.
3 'Tis just that they should bear the pain
Of keen remorse and guilty shame;
But scorn may drive to crime again--
'Tis only love that can reclaim.