(From “Songs of Innocence” by William Blake)
To mercy, Pity, Peace and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues to delight
Return their thankfulness.
For mercy, Pity, Peace and Love
Is God, our father dear,
For mercy, Pity, Peace and Love
Is man, his child and care.
For mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human from divine,
And peace the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human from divine,
Love, mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love human form,
Is heathen, turk, or jew;
Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.