Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
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
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,
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