v.1-8 <br />L. M. <br />Charity to the poor; or, Pity to the afflicted. <br /> <br />Blest is the man whose bowels move, <br />And melt with pity to the poor; <br />Whose soul, by sympathizing love, <br />Feels what his fellow saints endure. <br /> <br />His heart contrives for their relief <br />More good than his own hands can do; <br />He, in the time of gen'ral grief, <br />Shall find the Lord has bowels too. <br /> <br />His soul shall live secure on earth, <br />With secret blessings on his head, <br />When drought, and pestilence, and dearth <br />Around him multiply their dead. <br /> <br />Or if he languish on his couch, <br />God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n; <br />Will save him with a healing touch, <br />Or take his willing soul to heav'n.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-41/
