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Too little do we think of thee, Our too indulgent Lord: We ask not what thy will may be, We dwell not on thy word.

Thou, who in human shape wast born, And shared in human woe; Thou, who didst wear the crown of thorn, Which all must wear below;

Thou, who the sinner's fate didst share, Yet from the grave arise— Alas! unworthy that we are Of such a sacrifice.