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ONE DUST.
Thou, under Satan's fierce control,
Shall Heaven its final rest bestow?
I know not, but I know a soul
That might have fallen as darkly low.
Shall Heaven its final rest bestow?
I know not, but I know a soul
That might have fallen as darkly low.
I judge thee not, what depths of ill
Soe'er thy feet have found, or trod:
I know a spirit and a will
As weak, but for the grace of God.
Soe'er thy feet have found, or trod:
I know a spirit and a will
As weak, but for the grace of God.
Shalt thou with full-day laborers stand.
Who hardly canst have pruned one vine?
I know not, but I know a hand
With an infirmity like thine.
Who hardly canst have pruned one vine?
I know not, but I know a hand
With an infirmity like thine.
Shalt thou who hast with scoffers part,
E'er wear the crown the Christian wears?
I know not; but I know a heart
As flinty, but for tears and prayers.
E'er wear the crown the Christian wears?
I know not; but I know a heart
As flinty, but for tears and prayers.
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Have mercy, O thou Crucified!
For even while I name thy name,
I know a tongue that might have lied
Like Peter's, and am bowed with shame.
For even while I name thy name,
I know a tongue that might have lied
Like Peter's, and am bowed with shame.
Fighters of good fights,—just, unjust,—
The weak who faint, the frail who fall,—
Of one blood, of the self-same dust,
Thou, God of love, hast made them all.
The weak who faint, the frail who fall,—
Of one blood, of the self-same dust,
Thou, God of love, hast made them all.
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