Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Behold the love, the gen'rous love,|
That holy David shows;
Hark, how his sounding bowels move
To his afflicted foes!
2. When they are sick his soul complains,
3. How did his flowing tears condole
4. They groaned, and cursed 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!
6. He, the true David, Isr'el's King,
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