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HA RSH JUD G ME NTS. I
Such was the life Thou livedst; self abjuring,
Thine own pains never easing, Our burdens bearing, our just doom enduring,
A life without self-pleasing !
0 God ! whose thoughts are brightest light, Whose love always runs clear,
To whose kind wisdom sinning souls Amidst their sins are dear!
Sweeten my bitter-thoughted heart
With charity like Thine, Till self shall be the only spot
On earth which does not shine.
Hardheartedness dwells not with souls Round whom Thine arms are drawn;
And dark thoughts fade away in grace, Like cloud-spots in the dawn.
1 often see in my own thoughts, When they lie nearest Thee,
That the worst men I ever knew Were better men than me.