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BOOK II. Who fix d his languid eyes on me As near his cross I stood.

3 Sure never till my latest breath Can I forget that look ; It seem d to charge me with his death Though not a word He spoke.

4 My conscience felt, and own d the guilt And plunged me in despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And help d to nail Him there.J

5 Alas! I knew not what I did: But now my tears are vain ; Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For I the Lord have slain.

6 A second look He gave, which said &quot; I freely all forgive ; This blood is for thy ransom paid, I die, that may may st live.&quot;

7 Thus while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, (Such is the mystery of grace,) It seals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy My spirit now is fill d, That I should such a life destroy Yet live by Him I kill d.

1 WHEN Isr el, by divine command, The pathless desert trod, They found, though twas a barren land A sure resource in God.

2 A cloudy pillar mark d their road, And screen d them from the heat; From the hard rocks the water flow d, And manna was their meat.