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THE DYING THIEF.

All! say'st Thou 'twas for such
The Christ came down to die:
Then His salvation I may see;
He hears the sinner's cry:
   There's hope, there's hope for me!

The vail is rent indeed,
The spotless Lamb hath bled;
And I that sacred Form may scan,
For all is finished.
   And I behold the Man!

Five wounds! and crowned with thorns,
Scarred with the cruel thong,
Mocked by the multitude's rude breath,
The ribald drunkard's song,
   To save my soul from death.

Saved! saved! I see it all!
My sins alone I bring;
The Righteous takes the sinner's place,
God's Sinless Offering.
   All, all is mine—free grace!