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��Tr. (ISSO) from the French of Jacques Bridaise (1701-1707) by Thomas Benson Pollock (ISSO-IS'.U!).
MY Lord, my Master, at thy feet adoring, I see thee bowed beneath thy load of woe ; For me, a sinner, is thy life-blood pouring ;
For thee, my Saviour, scarce my tears will flow.
��Thine own disciple to the Jews has sold thee, With friendship's kiss and loyal word he came ;
How oft of faithful love my lips have told thee, While thou hast seen my falsehood and my shame.
��With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems thy weakness, AVith blows and outrage adding pain to pain ;
Thou art unmoved and steadfast in thy meekness ; When I am wronged liow quickly I complain !
��My Lord, my Saviour, when I see thee wearing Upon thy bleeding brow the crown of thorn.
Shall I for pleasure live, or shrink from bearing Whate'er my lot may be of pain or scorn ?
��Victim of thy love, pangs most healing,
saving death, wounds that I adore,
shame most glorious ! Christ, before thee kneeling,
1 pray thee keep me thine for evermore.
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