From the recording On Anothers Sorrow


On Anothers SorrowCan I see anothers woe,And not be in sorrow too.Can I see anothers grief,And not seek for kind relief. Can I see a falling tear,And not feel my sorrows share,Can a father see his child,Weep, nor be with sorrow fill’d. Can a mother sit and hear,An infant groan an infant fear-No no never can it be.Never never can it be. And can he who smiles on allHear the wren with sorrows small,Hear the small birds grief & care,Hear the woes that infants bear- And not sit beside the nestPouring pity in their breast,And not sit the cradle nearWeeping tear on infants tear. And not sit both night & day,Wiping all our tears away.O! no never can it be.Never never can it be. He doth give his joy to all.He becomes an infant small.He becomes a man of woeHe doth feel the sorrow too. Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh,And thy maker is not by.Think not, thou canst weep a tear,And thy maker is not near. O! He gives to us his joy,That our grief he may destroyTill our grief is fled & goneHe doth sit by us and moan