O Beautiful Blossom of Pity!

There’s a beau­ti­ful blos­som called Pi­ty

And it grew in a heav­en­ly clime;

But it bloomed in the life­time of Je­sus

On the sor­row­ful low­lands of time.

O

beau­ti­ful blos­som of Pi­ty!

A flow­er from a heav­en­ly clime!

Transplanted from yon­der bright ci­ty

It grows in the low­lands of time.

In His love and His pi­ty He sought us

The Re­deem­er and lov­er of all;

And He found us and bought us for Heav­en

And He help­eth us now when we call.

See the mul­ti­tude throng­ing around Him!

See His beau­ti­ful pi­ty­ing love

Flowing forth in His mar­vels of heal­ing

Shedding per­fume from Heav­en above.

And to­day there are ten­der hearts car­ing

For the sick ones in ev­ery clime;

’Tis the seed from the blos­som of Pi­ty

Taking root in the low­lands of time.