Blest is the man whose softening heart

Feels all another’s pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Was never raised in vain;

2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth

A stranger’s woes to feel;

And bleeds in pity o’er the wound

He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms,

To every child of grief;

His secret bounty largely flows,

And brings unasked relief.

4 To gentle offices of love,

His feet are never slow;

He views, through mercy’s melting eye,

A brother in a foe.

5 Peace from the bosom of his God,

The Saviour’s grace shall give;

And when he kneels before the throne,

His trembling soul shall live.