Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people.@Jeremiah 9:1

Mary P. Beegle, Ocean Spray (Ocean Grove, New Jersey, 1876), pages 72-73.

Penitentia Edward Dearle, in Church Hymns with Tunes, by Arthur S. Sullivan, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Oh, that my head were waters, and my eyes
Were fountains, flowing like the liquid skies;
Then would I give the mighty flood release,
And weep a deluge for the human race!

Oh, that in this dark wilderness of woe,
I had some lodging place where I might go
And leave my people, who heed not the Word,
And will not listen to the gracious Lord.

They pass along amid the busy throng,
With slander and deceit upon their tongue:
With haughty heads despise the blessèd Word,
And will not know Me, saith the gracious Lord.

How Zion mourns because of the great woe,
The Lord shall bring upon my people now:
They to the mountains flee, and weep and wail,
While fire and desolation fill the vale.

And death has entered in their homes, and they
Shall see their children die and pass away;
Confounded, and in grief they faint and fall,
While fed by God with wormwood and with gall.

But he that understandeth yet may know
That I the Lord will lovingkindness show;
If they will come and trust My holy Word,
I will forgive them, saith the gracious Lord.

Then sinner, come, and seek thy Father’s face,
Come and be saved by His redeeming grace;
Come to His loving arms, and He will take you in,
And save you from the power of guilt and sin.