“Sweetit is to see a childTender, merciful, and mild;Ever ready to performActs of mercy to a worm;Grieving that the world should beThus a scene of misery;Scene in which the creatures groanFor transgressions not their own.“If the creatures must be slainThankless sinners to sustain;Such a child, methinks, will cry,‘Treat them gently when they die;Spare them while they yield their breath;Double not the pains of death;Strike them not at such a time,God accounts the stroke a crime.’“God is love, and never canLove or bless a cruel man;Mercy rules in every breastWhere His Spirit deigns to rest;We ourselves to mercy oweOur escape from endless woe;And the merciless in mindShall themselves no mercy find.”
“Sweetit is to see a childTender, merciful, and mild;Ever ready to performActs of mercy to a worm;Grieving that the world should beThus a scene of misery;Scene in which the creatures groanFor transgressions not their own.“If the creatures must be slainThankless sinners to sustain;Such a child, methinks, will cry,‘Treat them gently when they die;Spare them while they yield their breath;Double not the pains of death;Strike them not at such a time,God accounts the stroke a crime.’“God is love, and never canLove or bless a cruel man;Mercy rules in every breastWhere His Spirit deigns to rest;We ourselves to mercy oweOur escape from endless woe;And the merciless in mindShall themselves no mercy find.”
“Sweetit is to see a childTender, merciful, and mild;Ever ready to performActs of mercy to a worm;Grieving that the world should beThus a scene of misery;Scene in which the creatures groanFor transgressions not their own.
“Sweetit is to see a child
Tender, merciful, and mild;
Ever ready to perform
Acts of mercy to a worm;
Grieving that the world should be
Thus a scene of misery;
Scene in which the creatures groan
For transgressions not their own.
“If the creatures must be slainThankless sinners to sustain;Such a child, methinks, will cry,‘Treat them gently when they die;Spare them while they yield their breath;Double not the pains of death;Strike them not at such a time,God accounts the stroke a crime.’
“If the creatures must be slain
Thankless sinners to sustain;
Such a child, methinks, will cry,
‘Treat them gently when they die;
Spare them while they yield their breath;
Double not the pains of death;
Strike them not at such a time,
God accounts the stroke a crime.’
“God is love, and never canLove or bless a cruel man;Mercy rules in every breastWhere His Spirit deigns to rest;We ourselves to mercy oweOur escape from endless woe;And the merciless in mindShall themselves no mercy find.”
“God is love, and never can
Love or bless a cruel man;
Mercy rules in every breast
Where His Spirit deigns to rest;
We ourselves to mercy owe
Our escape from endless woe;
And the merciless in mind
Shall themselves no mercy find.”