Can I see another's woe And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief
And not seek for kind relief? ♪ Can I see a falling tear And not feel my sorrow's share? ♪ Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? ♪ 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 all Hear the wren with sorrows small Hear the small bird's grief and care Hear the woes that infants bear And not sit beside the next Pouring pity in their breast And not sit the cradle near Weeping tear on infant's tear? ♪ Oh, He gives to us his joy That our grief He may destroy Till our grief is fled an gone
He doth sit by us and moan ♪ And not sit both night and day Wiping all our tears away? Oh 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 woe He doth feel the sorrow too 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 all Hear the wren with sorrows small Hear the small bird's grief and care Hear the woes that infants bear 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