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FABER'S HYMNS. |
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All glory to redeeming grace, Disdaining not our evil case, But showing us our Saviour's face! Oh hearken when we cry,
Chastise us with Thy fear; Yet, Father ! in the multitude Of Thy compassions, hear! |
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THE AGONY.
O Soul of Jesus, sick to death! Thy Blood and prayer together plead; My sins have bowed Thee to the ground. As the storm bows the feeble reed.
Midnight — and still the oppressive load Upon Thy tortured heart doth lie; Still the abhorred procession winds Before Thy spirit's quailing eye.
Deep waters have come in, O Lord! All darkly on Thy human soul; And clouds of supernatural gloom Around Thee are allowed to roll.
The weight of the eternal wrath Drives over Thee with pressure dread; And, forced upon the olive roots, In deathlike sadness droops Thy Head. |
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