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COME, see the mountain where thy Saviour knelt, The sad, lone place where he his vigils kept; Come, feel the midnight blast, his bosom felt, The cold night-chills, that o'er his temples crept, While guilty, stupid man all heedless slept; And far away his friends forgetful rove; And cans't thou say for me he wak'd and wept, For me he agoniz'd, and pray'd, and strove; Nor feel one pang of pity, or one thrill of love?

 

SAD sounding bell! to me thou seem'st to say, Awake, thou sleeper, rise, and come away; 