12 J?R!?SALKM. Mark that pale brow, with stremning Mood erabreed, Where resignation Mends with fortitude Those lips in inward prayer that gently moves. Those eyes,.yet beaming with unconqunr'd love The meek forgiveness which those looks declare, That holy calm; and say, if gnilt be there 0 love unbounded, more than words can tell Tho* hymning angels on the theme should dwell: Not to one people, not one age, oonfined,' But flowing ever on to all manklr?d See, on .the cross those limbs in torture hang, Convulsed, and quiv'ring with the deathful pang *. A deeper sorrow dwells upon that face, Than Pain's severest agony could trace; Ev'n now his spirit mourns Creation's woes, And breathes compassion for his cruel foes. See, by a world's united crimes .opprest, He bows his .head submissive on his breast. Now fades the light from those expiring eyes, And Judah's King--her Lord--her Saylout dies ! Can this be He before whose awful nod Ev'n seraphs shrink ? Is this the Son of God ? � Heir of the world, and Monarch ?f the sky ? The voice Of Nature shall itself-reply. ......... ?Google
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