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JESUS LEAVING THE PRÆTORIUM.
Meek but majestic He descends the stairFrom the Prætorium—to Calvary bound:
Mid priests and people fluctuating round
He moves along with calm, pathetic air.
His spotless soul shines through His vesture fair,
In which no seam by keenest eyes was found;
While the sharp thorns that his smooth brow surround
With crimson points His matchless love declare.
O dearest Lord accept my adoration,
As here before Thy feet I cast me down;
And give me the white garment of salvation,
And bid me follow Thee—wearing the crown
Of patient sorrow; till I reach the height
Where thorns shall blossom into garlands bright!
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