Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted

Verse 1

Blest is the man, whose breast can move, And melt with pity to the poor, Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow saints 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 mercy too.

Verse 3

His soul shall live secure on earth With sacred blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth, Around him multiply their dead.

Verse 4

Or if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiv’n, Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heav’n.