The Savior of men came to seek and to save
The souls who were lost to the good;
His Spirit was moved for the world which He loved,
With the boundless compassion of God.
And still there are fields where the laborers are few,
And still there are souls without bread;
And still eyes that weep where the darkness is deep;
And still straying sheep to be led.
Except I am moved with compassion
How dwelleth Thy Spirit in me?
In word and in deed
Burning love is my need,
I know I can find this in Thee.
Oh, is not the Christ ‘midst the crowd of today
Whose questioning cries do not cease?
And will He not show to the hearts that would know
The things that belong to their peace?
But how shall they hear if the preacher forbear
Or lack in compassionate zeal?
Or how shall hearts move with the Master’s own love,
Without His anointing and seal?
It is not with might to establish the right,
Nor yet with the wise to give rest;
The mind cannot show what the heart longs to know
Nor comfort a people distressed.
O Savior of men, touch my spirit again,
And grant that Thy servant may be
Intense every day, as I labor and pray,
Both instant and constant for Thee.
Albert Orsborn, The Beauty of Jesus