1. It is enough—my precious Lord,
Thy tender sympathy—
My ev’ry sin and sorrow can
Devolve itself on Thee.
2. As God, Thou graspedst e’en the whole
Of human misery,
Thine own alone lay desolate,
That Thou mightst pitied be.p r a y e r .
3. Thy risen life but whets Thee more
For kindly sympathy,
Thy love unhinder’d rests upon
Each bruised “ Branch in Thee.”
4. Jesus, Thou hast avail’d to probe
My deepest malady,
It freely flows, more freely finds
Thy gracious remedy.