Think Gently of the Erring
Think
gently
of
the
erring:
Ye
know
not
of
the
power
With
which
the
dark
temptation
came
In
some
unguarded
hour.
Ye
may
not
know
how
earnestly
They
struggled,
or
how
well,
Until
the
hour
of
weakness
came
And
sadly
thus
they
fell.
Think
gently
of
the
erring:
Oh!
do
not
thou
forget,
However
darkly
stained
by
sin
He
is
thy
brother
yet;
Heir
of
the
selfsame
heritage,
Child
of
the
selfsame
God,
He
has
but
stumbled
in
the
path
Thou
hast
in
weakness
trod.
Speak
gently
to
the
erring:
For
is
it
not
enough
That
innocence
and
peace
have
gone,
Without
thy
censure
rough?
It
sure
must
be
a
weary
lot,
That
sin-stained
heart
to
bear,
And
those
who
share
a
happier
fate
Their
chidings
well
may
spare.
Speak
gently
to
the
erring:
Thou
yet
may'st
lead
them
back
With
holy
words
and
tones
of
love,
From
misery's
thorny
track:
Forget
not
thou
hast
often
sinned,
And
sinful
yet
must
be;
Deal
gently
with
the
erring,
then,
As
God
has
dealt
with
thee.
