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