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Messiah, Messiah.... That voice ... O, he has beaten my sight out.... I see Like a rain about a devouring fire....

Ye who best God awhile, O hear: your wealth Is but His cunning to see to make death more hard, Your iron sinews take more pain in breaking; And he has made the market for your beauty Too poor to buy although you die to sell.