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STRANGE ATTRIBUTES.
Vengeance, and jealousy, and wrath are Thine:Can these things be indeed, most loving Lord,
Or have we spoilt the beauty of thy word
By names so dark for attributes divine?
Yet must true justice vindicate the right,
And scatter wrong in well-avenging might,
Chastising, not revenging: yet must Love
Most fondly claim that every heart should beat
As its own bliss for only God above:
Yet must some moral fire, some holy heat,
Pervade the Will that else were wilfulness:
Those words are well; He doth avenge the wrong,
His love is jealous thee by love to bless,
And sin shall rouse His wrath, though suffering long.
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