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.