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680.
[The Man of sorrows now]
My soul is exceeding sorrowful.
—xxvi. 38.
The Man of sorrows now
Thou dost indeed appear,
Beneath my guilty burden bow,
And tremble with my fear:
Thy pain is my relief,
And doth my load remove,
For O, if all Thy soul is grief,
Yet all Thy heart is love!
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