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 Then art like to God; Thou, who didst bear the sin, and shame, and woe— Oh Thou, whose sweat did flow— Whose tears did gush—whose brow was dead and low?

No grief is like thy grief; no heart can prove Love like unto thy love; And none, save only Thou,—below, above,— Oh God, is like to God!