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“Meek and sweet in the sun He stands,
Drinking the cool of His Syrian skies;
Lifting to Heaven toil-wearied hands,
Seeing His Father with those pure eyes.
Drinking the cool of His Syrian skies;
Lifting to Heaven toil-wearied hands,
Seeing His Father with those pure eyes.
Gazing from trestle, and bench, and saw,
To the kingdom kept for His rule above;
Oh, Jesus, Lord! we see with awe;
Ah, Mary's Son! we look with love!
To the kingdom kept for His rule above;
Oh, Jesus, Lord! we see with awe;
Ah, Mary's Son! we look with love!
We know what message that Eventide
Bore, when it painted the Roman cross,
And the purples of night-fall prophesied
The hyssop to Him, and to us the loss.
Bore, when it painted the Roman cross,
And the purples of night-fall prophesied
The hyssop to Him, and to us the loss.
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The crown which the Magi brought to her,
It made a vision of brows that bleed;
And the censer, with spikenard, and balm and myrrh,
It lay on the wall like the Sponge and Reed.
It made a vision of brows that bleed;
And the censer, with spikenard, and balm and myrrh,
It lay on the wall like the Sponge and Reed.
But now Thou art in the Shadowless Land,
Behind the light of the setting Sun;
And the worst is forgotten which Evil planned
And the best which Love's glory could win is won.”
Behind the light of the setting Sun;
And the worst is forgotten which Evil planned
And the best which Love's glory could win is won.”
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