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If of these I am depriv'd: (dew me, But no sooner doth his blood beAnd impart its healing virtue to me, Than my soul, tho' sunk in grief, Is restored, and finds relief.
3. When my Jesus from the cross complacent Casts on me a look of love, Grateful tears flow down my cheeks incessant, All my soft affections move; (ed, Could I, with a mind of earth divestBy all worldly cares quite unmolested. Be engag’d with him alone, Then were heaven on earth begun. C. R. v. Z.
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ALL the bliss—which we possess,
366. T. 14. HOW can I view the slaughter'd Lamb, And all his sufferings trace, And not sink down with humble shame, And give him thanks and praise.