1 Behold the love, the gen'rous love,
That holy David shows;
Behold his kind compassion move
For 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 curst 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!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, their Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Isra'l’s King,
Blest and belov'd of God,
To save us rebels dead in sin,
Paid his own dearest blood.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #P.XXXV