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Song V. SPENCE BROUGHTON'S LAMENT.
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 | The songs of Joseph Mather |  |
Song V. SPENCE BROUGHTON'S LAMENT.
Hark, his blood, in strains so piercing,
Cries for justice night and day;
In these words which I'm rehearsing,
Now methinks I hear him say—
“Thou, who art my spirit's portion
In the realms of endless bliss,
When at first thou gav'st me motion
Knew that I should come to this.
Cries for justice night and day;
In these words which I'm rehearsing,
Now methinks I hear him say—
“Thou, who art my spirit's portion
In the realms of endless bliss,
When at first thou gav'st me motion
Knew that I should come to this.
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“Though I lie in this condition,
'Tis not thine appointed will,
Yet it was by thy permission
That these wretches did me kill.
Thou art free from every evil,
Witness thine own righteous law:
Cruel men, led by the devil,
Brought me in the hands of Shaw.
'Tis not thine appointed will,
Yet it was by thy permission
That these wretches did me kill.
Thou art free from every evil,
Witness thine own righteous law:
Cruel men, led by the devil,
Brought me in the hands of Shaw.
But when time shall be fulfilled,
How will their guilty conscience roar,
When the youth, whom they have killed,
Stands before them in his gore!
When the Lord shall come with fury,
Taking vengeance on his foes,
There no bribed judge or jury
Will through interest then be chose.
How will their guilty conscience roar,
When the youth, whom they have killed,
Stands before them in his gore!
When the Lord shall come with fury,
Taking vengeance on his foes,
There no bribed judge or jury
Will through interest then be chose.
Though you should escape the halter,
I exhort you to amend,
And for grace your ways to alter
Importune a sinner's friend.
Though your crimes be more in number
Than the sands on the sea shore,
Watch and pray, beware of slumber,
Beg of Him to pay the score.”
I exhort you to amend,
And for grace your ways to alter
Importune a sinner's friend.
Though your crimes be more in number
Than the sands on the sea shore,
Watch and pray, beware of slumber,
Beg of Him to pay the score.”
| The songs of Joseph Mather | |