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"Oh Jesus! Sweet the tears I shed,
While at thy feet I kneel,
Gaze on thy wounded fainting head,
And all thy sorrows feel.
My heart dissolves to see thee bleed,
This heart so hard before:
I hear thee for the guilty plead,
And Grief o'er flows the more.
Twas for the sinful thou didst die,
And I a sinner stand:
Convinc'd by thine expiring eye,
Slain by the pierced hand."
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Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord;