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On Judah's hills a weight of darkness hung, Felt shudderingly at noon:—the land had driven A Guest divine back to the gates of Heaven, A life, whence all pure founts of healing sprung, All grace, all truth:—find, when to anguish wrung, From the sharp cross th' enlightening spirit fled, O'er the forsaken earth a pall of dread By the great shadow of that death was flung. O Saviour! O Atoner! thou that fain Wouldst make thy temple in each human breast, Leave not such darkness in my soul to reign, Ne'er may thy presence from its depths depart, Chas'd thence by guilt! Oh! turn not thou away, The bright and morning star, my guide to perfect day!