225. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld. Christ's New Command to his Disciples.
1 Behold where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands!
His weeping followers, gathering round,
Receive his last commands.
2 |Blest is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain;
3 |Peace from the bosom of his God,
My peace to him I give;
And when he kneels before his throne,
His trembling soul shall live.
4 |To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy from above
Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.|