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[Hark how the hellish bloodhounds cry!]
But Jesus stooped down, and with His finger, &c.
—viii. 6.
Hark how the hellish bloodhounds cry!
As Love Himself would doom to die
A speechless criminal!
Their clamour fierce He will not hear
Who still inclines his open ear
To misery's softest call.
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