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“Bring the thrilling scene
Home to my inmost soul; the Sufferers cry,
‘Father. if it be possible, this cup
Take Thou away yet not My will, but Yours.
The sleeping friends who could not watch one hour:
The torch, the flashing sword. the traitor’s kiss.
The astonished angel, with the tear of heaven
U on his cheek still striving to assuage
Those fearful pangs that bowed the Son of God
Like a bruised reed.”

“When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss.
And pour contempt on an my pride.”