Poems of William Blake

 Divine image

 To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
   All pray in their distress,
 And to these virtues of delight
   Return their thankfulness.

 For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
   Is God our Father dear;
 And 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 form divine;
   And Peace, the human dress.

 Then every man, of every clime,
   That prays in his distress,
 Prays to the human form divine: 
   Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

 And all must love the human form,
   In heathen, Turk, or Jew. 
 Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
   There God is dwelling too.