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BJECT of all our Knowledge here, Our One Desire, and Hope below, Jesus, the Crucified, draw near, And with thy sad Disciples go: Our Thoughts and Words to Thee are known, We commune of Thyself alone.

How can it be, our Reason cries, That GOD should leave his Throne above? Is it for Man th'Immortal dies! For Man, who tramples on his Love! For Man, who nail'd him to the Tree! O Love! O GOD! He dies for me!

Why then, if Thou for me hast died, Dost Thou not yet Thyself impart? We hop'd to feel Thy Blood applied, To find Thee risen in our Heart, Redeem'd from all Iniquity, Sav'd, to the utmost sav'd, thro' Thee.

Have we not then believ'd in vain, By Christ unsanctified, unfreed? In us He is not ris'n again, We know not but He still is dead, No Life, no Righteousness we have, Our Hopes seem buried in his Grave.

Ah! Lord, if Thou indeed art ours, If Thou for us hast burst the Tomb, Visit us with thy quickening Powers, Come to thy mournful Followers come, Thyself to thy weak Members join, And fill us with the Life Divine. 6 Thee