Divine Compassion

The Lord forgets his wonted grace,
Afflicted Zion said;
My God withdraws his smiling face,
Withdraws his heav'nly aid.

Shall the kind mother's gentle breast
No soft emotions share;
But, ev'ry tender thought supprest,
Forget her infant care?

The helpless child, that oft her eyes
Have watch'd with anxious thought,
While her fond breast appeas'd his cries —
And can he be forgot?

Strange as it is, yet this may be,
For creature -love is frail;
But thy Creator's love to thee,
O Zion, cannot fail.

No, thy dear name engraven stands,
In characters of love,
On thy almighty Father's hands;
And never shall remove.

Before his ever-watchful eye
Thy mournful state appears,
And ev'ry groan, and ev'ry sigh
Divine compassion hears.

These anxious doubts indulge no more,
Be ev'ry fear supprest;
Unchanging truth, and love, and pow'r,
Command thy cares to rest.