1 Behold the love, the gen'rous love,
That holy David shows;
Behold his kind compassion move
For his afflicted foes!
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.
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.
4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.
5 O glorious type of heav'nly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse the Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Israel’s king,
Bless'd and belov'd of God,
To save us rebels dead in sin
Paid his own dearest blood.
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First Line: | Behold the love, the gen'rous love |
Title: | Love to enemies; or, The love of Christ to sinners typified in David |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |