O Love of God, compassionate and wise,
Open our eyes,
Cleanse thou our thinking now of sinful fears,
Wipe from our faces self-condemning tears;
O love of God, compassionate and wise,
Open our eyes!
O love of Christ, compassionate and free,
We come to thee,
Ready for service to our brother man;
We see our task within the Father's plan.
O love of Christ, compassionate and free,
We come to thee.
The Master stood without Jerusalem
And, arms outstretched with yearning tenderness,
He wept!
He wept not for himself. He wept for them,
His persecutors, who in hate and fear,
Sought to destroy that gentle Christ-idea;
And, somewhere in that city, the caress
Of his compassion fell as healing balm
On the receptive thought, bringing a calm,
A calm which we across the years may feel,
Cleansing, inspiring, giving power to heal.
O healing love of omnipresent Mind,
Give us this sweet compassion, make us kind!
Poems
COMPASSION
From the March 1939 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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