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When fasting in the desert long
His spotless soul was tried, Ye saw Him there the Tempter foil,
And soon His wants supplied.
Ye heard what gracious words He spoke,
The hearts of men to win ; And saw, well pleased, the listening crow
Drink the sweet doctrine in ;
Beheld diseases, tempests, death,
His sovereign word obey, And how, on dark benighted minds,
He poured eternal day.
Saw Him, from busy scenes retired To spend the midnight hours,
While pure devotion fill'd His soul With all her rapturous powers.
When on the sacred mount He shone,
In His own light array'd, Ye saw, and own'd your Sovereign there,
And your just homage paid ;
Saw, when o'er Salem's fearful doom
He shed the tender tear ; And how, to all His gracious calls,
She turned the deafened ear.
In all his toils, and dangers too,
Ye did His steps attend ; Oft paused, and wondered, how at last
This scene of love would end.