HYMN
IV
.
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
soft'ning
heart
"
Feels
all
another's
pain
;
"
To
whom
the
supplicating
eye
"
Was
never
rais'd
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
unask'd
relief
.
"
To
gentle
offices
of
love
"
His
feet
are
never
slow
;
"
He
views
thro'
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
shewn
;
"
And
mercy
from
above
"
Descend
on
those
who
thus
fulfil
"
The
perfect
law
of
love
.
"