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Who's the man could view unmoved

weet mother, whom He loved,

In uch dire extremity?

Who his pitying tears withhold,

weet mother to behold

Sharing in His agony?

For the Father's broken law,

Mary thus the Saviour aw

Sport of human cruelties—

Saw her fweet, her only Son,

God-foraken and undone,

Die a inles acrifice!

Mary mother, fount of love,

Make me hare thy orrow, move

All my foul to ympathy!

Make my heart within me glow

With the love of —o

Shall I find acceptancy.