Did Christ o’er sin­ners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of pe­ni­ten­tial grief
Burst forth from ev­ery eye.

The Son of God in tears
The won­der­ing an­gels see!
Be thou as­ton­ished, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.

He wept that we might weep;
Each sin de­mands a tear;
In Heav’n alone no sin is found,
And there’s no weep­ing there.