Luke 10:30-3530And Jesus answering said, A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. 31And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side. 33But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him, 34And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee. (Luke 10:30‑35)
I was lying in my sorrow,
Sick and wounded, nigh to death,
Fearing only hell tomorrow,
Soon to draw my latest breath;
Disappointments had beset me,
Friends had passed me heedless by,
And with careless eye they let me
Lie there in my wounds to die.
Till One came whom I had hated,
Scorned and spurned in former days,
And with quivering heart I waited
To be punished for my ways,
But instead-hear my story!
Down He came into my place,
Bid me learn His love, His glory,
By the riches of His grace.
With the best of care surrounded,
There my wounds were staunched and dressed,
And His grace and love unbounded
Gave me His place, and the best:
Safe He led me where no strangers
Intermeddle with His ways,
No more now in fear of dangers,
Free to sing His endless praise.
Do you know this heavenly neighbor,
Jesus Christ who saves the lost?
One who gives, and not for labor,
Free salvation at His cost.
One, who rich, for us descended
From His throne, and poor became,
That such outcasts, thus befriended
By His poverty, might gain.
Gain untold by earth or heaven!
Tell me, do you know the worth
Of the One whom God has given
To this Christ-rejecting earth?
While He passes by to gladden
Poor and sad ones with His smile,
Turn not still away to sadden
Him who waits this "little while."
"When I come again," He said it—
And we know it will be soon:
Do you think I can forget it,
Evening, morning, night, or noon?
So I long that every stranger
To the glories of His grace,
Cared no more to be a ranger,
But "today" would seek His face.