1 Behold where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands!
His weeping followers, gathering round,
Receive his last commands.
2 From that mild Teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave
Became its Author well.
3 Blest is the man, whose soft'ning heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never rais'd in vain:
4 Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A stranger's woe to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.
5 To gentle offices of love
His feet are never slow;
He views, thro' mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.
6 To him protection shall be shewn,
And mercy from above
Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.
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First Line: | Behold where, breathing love divine |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Faith, Holiness and moral Virtues: Love to Mankind recommended by Christ |