1 Behold the love, the generous love That holy David shows; Hark, how his sounding bowels move To 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 heavenly 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, Blest and belov'd of God, To save us rebels dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood.