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 heav'nly Grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While Sinners curse, the Saviour prays,
And pities them with Tears.

6 He the true David, Isr'el's King,
Blest and belov'd of GOD,
To save us Rebels dead in Sin,
Paid his own dearest Blood.