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 When all of Self regardless the scourg'd Saint Mourns for th' Oppressor. O thou meekest Man! Meek Man and lowliest of the Sons of Men! Who thee beheld thy imag'd Father saw. His Power and Wisdom from thy awful eye Blended their beams, and loftier Love sate there Musing on human weal, and that dread hour When thy insulted Anguish wing'd the prayer Harp'd by Archangels, when they sing of Mercy! Which when th' heard, from forth his Throne Diviner light flash'd extacy o'er Heaven! Heav'n's hymnings paus'd: and Hell her yawning mouth Clos'd a brief moment.