Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P41 (1766) Lyrics: 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. Topics: Charity to the poor; Liberality rewarded; Pity to the Afflicted; Warnings of God to his People Scripture: Psalm 41:1-3 Languages: English
Blest is the Man whose Bowels move