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Christ's Compassion

Matt. IX. 35–38.
He saw them tasked with heavy burthens all,
Bowed down and weary 'neath the heavy load;
With none their faltering footsteps home to call,
Or point them out the strait and narrow road;
His spirit bore their burthens, as his own,
He healed the sick, restored the sightless eyes;
He heard the mourner for a loved one moan,
And bade the dead from out the grave arise!
Truly on him the Spirit did descend,
For he, by works divine, its influence proved;
Of all our race Consoler, Guide, and Friend,
By heavenly Love, divine Compassion moved;
Oh, that his spirit might on us abide,
And flow in healing streams on every side!
Poem No. 166; c. 17 June 1848