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[If that in sight of God is great]
‘And Moses wist not that the skin of his face shone.’—Exod. xxxiv, 29.
If that in sight of God is great
Which counts itself for small,
We by that law humility
The chiefest grace must call;
Which being such, not knows itself
To be a grace at all.
Which counts itself for small,
We by that law humility
The chiefest grace must call;
Which being such, not knows itself
To be a grace at all.
How glorious was that meekest man
In all eyes save his own,
When from his splendid countenance
On all the people shone
A glory insupportable,
Unto himself unknown.
In all eyes save his own,
When from his splendid countenance
On all the people shone
A glory insupportable,
Unto himself unknown.
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