Scripture Verse

They repay me evil for good and leave my soul forlorn. Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth and humbled myself with fasting. Psalm 35:12–13

Introduction

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Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. Love to en­emies; or, the love of Christ to sin­ners ty­pi­fied in Da­vid.

Music: Az­mon Carl G. Glä­ser, 1828. Ar­ranged by Lo­well Ma­son, 1839 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lowell Mason (1792–1872)

Lyrics

Behold the love, the ge­ne­rous love
That ho­ly Da­vid shows;
Hark, how his sound­ing bow­els move
To his af­flict­ed foes!

When they are sick his soul com­plains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The Spi­rit of the Gos­pel reigns,
And melts his pi­ous heart.

How did his flow­ing tears con­dole
As for a bro­ther dead!
And fast­ing mor­ti­fied his soul,
While for their life he prayed.

They groaned, and cursed him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And dou­ble bless­ings on his head
The right­eous God re­turns.

O glo­ri­ous type of heav’n­ly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord ap­pears;
While sin­ners curse, their Sav­ior prays,
And pi­ties them with tears.

He, the true Da­vid, Is­rael’s king,
Blessed and be­loved of God,
To save us re­bels, dead in sin,
Paid His own dear­est blood.