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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

See the mul­ti­tude throng­ing around Him!
See His beau­ti­ful pi­ty­ing love
Flowing forth in His mar­vels of heal­ing,
Shedding per­fume from Hea­ven above.

Refrain

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.

Refrain