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128.

L. M.

*Gaskell.

Christ The Sufferer.
117

Dark were the paths our Master trod,

Yet never failed his trust in God;

Cruel and fierce the wrongs he bore,

Yet he but felt for man the more.

Unto the cross in faith he went,

His Father’s willing instrument;

Upon the cross his prayer arose

In pity for his ruthless foes.

O, may we all his kindred be,

By holy love and sympathy;

Still loving man through every ill,

And trusting in our Father’s will!

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