Blest is the man whose heart is kind

Verse 1

Blest is the man, whose heart is kind And melts with pity to the poor; Who, with a sympathizing mind, Feels what his fellowmen endure.

Verse 2

His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do; He in the time of gen'ral grief Shall find, the Lord hath pity too.

Verse 3

This man shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head; Though sword, or pestilence, or dearth Around him multiply their dead.

Verse 4

Or, if with mortal suff'rings try'd, Suff'rings shall all his soul refine, Sweet hope his refuge shall provide, And minister a bliss divine.