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 With fear and anguish to divide The joy of Heaven-accepted prayer? So o'er the bed where Lazarus slept He to His Father groaned and wept: What saw He mournful in that grave, Knowing Himself so strong to save?"

O'erwhelming thoughts of pain and grief Over His sinking spirit sweep; - What boots it gathering one lost leaf Out of yon sere and withered heap, Where souls and bodies, hopes and joys, All that earth owns or sin destroys, Under the spurning hoof are cast, Or tossing in th' autumnal blast?

The deaf may hear the Saviour's voice, The fettered tongue its chain may break; But the deaf heart, the dumb by choice, The laggard soul, that will not wake, The guilt that scorns to be forgiven; - These baffle e'en the spells of Heaven; In thought of these, His brows benign Not e'en in healing cloudless shine.

No eye but His might ever bear To gaze all down that drear abyss, Because none ever saw so clear The shore beyond of endless bliss: The giddy waves so restless hurled, The vexed pulse of this feverish world, He views and counts with steady sight, Used to behold the Infinite.

But that in such communion high He hath a fount of strength within, Sure His meek heart would break and die, O'erburthened by His brethren's sin; Weak eyes on darkness dare not gaze, It dazzles like the noonday blaze; But He who sees God's face may brook On the true face of Sin to look.

What then shall wretched sinners do, When in their last, their hopeless day, Sin, as it is, shall meet their view, God turn His face for aye away?