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1 Blest is the Man whose Bowels move,
And melt with Pity to the Poor;
Whose Soul, by sympathizing Love,
Feels what his Fellow-Saints endure.
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 has Bowels too.
3 His Soul shall live secure on Earth,
With secret Blessings on his Head;
When Drought, and Pestilence, and Dearth,
Around him multiply their Dead.
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.
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First Line: | Blest is the Man whose Bowels move |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
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Topic: | Charity: to the poor; Liberality rewarded; Pity to the Afflicted(1 more...) |