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Rh I was angry with mine anguish, And I gnashed against my pain ; And I stopped mine ears from hearing Pleading music, heavenly strain. But a flash of tender sunshine Came and smote upon mine eyes ; Then I swooned upon the pathway, And I dared not stir nor rise. He of Nazareth had conquered, And I bathed me in His smile ; Then He shewed a cord of crimson — He had held me, all the while.