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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.
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