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771.

[My mournful face is foul with tears]

My face is foul with weeping, &c. —xvi. 16.

My mournful face is foul with tears,
Till the Man of griefs appears,
And chases mine away;
The shade of death hangs o'er my eyes,
Till Thou the Sun of heaven arise,
To bring the gospel-day.
Thy visage marr'd to me reveal,
Marr'd with pangs unspeakable,
With sweat and tears and blood!
Thou Light of Life eternal shine,
And through that mangled form of Thine
I see my Lord, my God!