Behold the love, the gen'rous love

Verse 1

Behold the love, the gen'rous love, That holy David shows; Behold his kind compassion move For his afflicted foes.

Verse 2

When they are sick, his soul complains, And seems to feel the smart; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart.

Verse 3

How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead! And fasting mortify'd his soul, While for their life he pray'd.

Verse 4

They groan'd, and curst him on their bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns; And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns.

Verse 5

O glorious type of heav’nly grace! Thus Christ the Lord appears; While sinners curse, their Saviour prays, And pities them with tears.

Verse 6

He, the true David, Isra'l’s King, Blest and belov'd of God, To save us rebels dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood.