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

2 The son of God in tears
Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.

3 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.

4 Joy beams in ev'ry eye,
And fills each holy heart;
All join to sound the triumph high
In praise to bear their part.