HYMNS.
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HYMN IV.
BEHOLD, where breathing love divine,
Our dying Maſter ſtands!
His weeping followers gathering round
Receive his laſt commands.
From that mild teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave
Became its author well.
"Bleſs'd is the man, whoſe ſoft'ning heart
"Feels all another's pain;
"To whom the ſupplicating eye
"Was never rais'd in vain.
Whoſe
