Classic Poem

Christ to seek the lost was sent,
Sympathy's embodiment;
Sent to seek a rebel soul,
With a balm to make it whole.

Heaven's greatest gift to man!
Then whatever else your plan,
Incomplete 'twill surely be
If you have not sympathy.

Man with pity views distress,
God's compassion makes it less;
He in man we'll ever see,
Shown in deeds of sympathy.

If you would the Saviour know,
On a tour of mercy go,
Help to bear a brother's cares,
And the Son of Man appears.

Inasmuch as ye have done
Good to any needy one,
From thy store of charity —
Ye have done it unto Me.

Sympathy! how sweet the name!
'Twas for thee a Saviour came,
Clothed in deep humility,
Troubled sons of earth to free.

Earth's reward and heaven's, too,
Stands reserved for workers true;
This the burden of my prayer,
Let me feel a brother's care.