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"IT IS FINISHED."
"IT IS FINISHED."
DEAR Lord, let me recount to Thee
Some of the great things Thou hast done
  For me, even me
  Thy little one.

It was not I that cared for Thee,—
But Thou didst set Thy heart upon
  Me, even me
  Thy little one.

And therefore was it sweet to Thee
To leave Thy Majesty and Throne,
  And grow like me
  A Little One,

A swaddled Baby on the knee
Of a dear Mother of Thine own,
  Quite weak like me
  Thy little one.

Thou didst assume my misery,
And reap the harvest I had sown,
  Comforting me
  Thy little one.

Jerusalem and Galilee,—
Thy love embraced not those alone,