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114 Look up from the tomb with thy tearful eye, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."

Fading one, with the hectic streak In thy veins of fire and thy wasted cheek, Fear'st thou the shade of the darken'd vale? Look to the guide who can never fail: He hath trod it himself! He will hear thy sigh, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."