Anna Laetitia Barbauld - Behold lyrics

Behold, where breathing love divine, Our dying Master stands! His weeping followers gathering round Receive his last commands. From that mild teacher's parting lips What tender accents fell! The gentle precept which he gave Became its author well. “Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain. “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. “He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief; His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief. “To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow; He views through mercy's melting eye A brother in a foe. “Peace from the bosom of his God, My peace to him I give; And when he kneels before the throne, His trembling soul shall live. “To him protection shall be shown, And mercy from above Descend on those who thus fulfill The perfect law of love.”