HYMNS.
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HYMN IV.
Behold, where breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands !
His weeping followers gathering round
Receive his last commands.
From that mild teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell !
The gentle precept which he gave
Became its author well.
"Blest is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain.
