Classic Poem

Oh, for a heart that weeps o'er souls,
Weeps with a love in anguish born!
Oh, for a broken, contrite heart,
A heart for sinners rent and torn!

Oh, for the pangs of Calv'ry's death,
In fellowship with Thee, my Lord!
Oh, for the death that lives in life,
And bleeds for those who spurn Thy Word!

Naught have I sought of blessing, Lord,
Save that which brings lost souls to Thee;
All else is vain, nor dare I boast—
This, Lord, I crave, be this my plea.

Have Thou Thy way whate'er the cost,
In death I live, in life I die;
Thy way, not mine, dear Lord, I pray,
Souls, precious souls, my ceaseless cry.