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XI. THE INFINITUDE OF MERCY.
Say not that any crime of man
Was e'er too great to be forgiven;—
Can we within our little span
Engrasp the viewless winds of heaven?
Shall we attempt with puny force
To lash back ocean with a rod,
Arrest the planets in their course,
Or weigh the mercies of a God?
Was e'er too great to be forgiven;—
Can we within our little span
Engrasp the viewless winds of heaven?
Shall we attempt with puny force
To lash back ocean with a rod,
Arrest the planets in their course,
Or weigh the mercies of a God?
Our mercies, like ourselves, may be
Small, finite, and ungracious ever,
May spurn a brother's bended knee,
But God's forsake the contrite never;
Vast as Himself they shine above,
To eyes that look through sorrow's tear;
Great though the crime, great is the love,
If those who seek it are sincere.
Small, finite, and ungracious ever,
May spurn a brother's bended knee,
But God's forsake the contrite never;
Vast as Himself they shine above,
To eyes that look through sorrow's tear;
Great though the crime, great is the love,
If those who seek it are sincere.
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