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[Man hath a voice severe]
“And David said, Let me now fall into the hand of the Lord, for
his mercies are great,—and let me not fall into the hand of Man?”2 Sam xxiv, 14
Man hath a voice severe,
His neighbor's fault to blame,
A wakeful eye, a listening ear
To note his brother's shame.
His neighbor's fault to blame,
A wakeful eye, a listening ear
To note his brother's shame.
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He, with suspicious glance
The curtain'd breast doth read,
And raise the accusing balance high,
To weigh the doubtful deed.
The curtain'd breast doth read,
And raise the accusing balance high,
To weigh the doubtful deed.
Oh Thou, whose piercing thought
Doth note each secret path,
For mercy to Thy throne, we fly,
From man's condemning wrath.
Doth note each secret path,
For mercy to Thy throne, we fly,
From man's condemning wrath.
Thou, who dost dimness mark
In Heaven's resplendent way,
And folly in that angel host
Who serve thee night and day.
In Heaven's resplendent way,
And folly in that angel host
Who serve thee night and day.
How fearless should our trust
In thy compassion be,
When from our brother of the dust
We dare appeal to Thee.
In thy compassion be,
When from our brother of the dust
We dare appeal to Thee.
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