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452.

[Master, I want Thy tenderness]

Lest we should offend them. —xvii. 27.

Master, I want Thy tenderness,
Thy boundless charity,
Not to offend, not to displease
The men that know not Thee:
Rather than stumble friend or foe,
I too would wrong sustain,
And every privilege forego,
One precious soul to gain.