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970 'Tis said, meek Beast! that, through Heaven's grace,[105] [H] He not unmoved did notice now The cross [I] upon thy shoulder scored, For lasting impress, by the Lord [106] To whom all human kind shall bow; 975 Memorial of his touch  that day [107] When Jesus humbly deigned to ride, Entering the proud Jerusalem, By an immeasurable stream [J] Of shouting people deified! TIS SAID MEEK BEAST THAT THROUGH HEAVEN'S GRACE HE NOT UNMOV'D DID NOTICE NOW THE CROSS UPON THY SHOULDER SCORED FOR LASTING IMPRESS BY THE LORD TO WHOM ALL HUMAN KIND SHALL BOW MEMORIAL OF HIS TOUCH THAT DAY WHEN JESUS HUMBLY DEIGNED TO RIDE ENTERING THE PROUD JERUSALEM BY AN IMMEASURABLE STREAM OF SHOUTING PEOPLE DEIFIED
aked rock, Comes from that tabernacle--List! [103] Within, a fervent [104] Methodist Is preaching to no heedless flock! 945 "Repent! repent!" he cries aloud, "While yet ye may find mercy;--strive To love the Lord with all your might; Turn to him, seek him day and night, And save your souls alive! 950 "Repent! repent! though ye have gone, Through paths of wickedness and woe, After the Babylonian harlot; And, though your sins be red as scarlet, They shall be white as snow!" 955 Even as he passed the door, these words Did plainly come to Peter's ears; And they such joyful tidings were, The joy was more than he could bear!-- He melted into tears. 960 Sweet tears of hope and tenderness! And fast they fell, a plenteous shower! His nerves, his sinews seemed to melt; Through all his iron frame was felt A gentle, a relaxing, power! 965 Each fibre of his frame was weak; Weak all the animal within; But, in its helplessness, grew mild And gentle as an infant child, An infant that has known no sin.  RESOUNDING FROM THE WOODY GLADE THE VOICE THOUGH CLAMOROUS AS A HORN RE ECHOED BY NAKED ROCK COMES FROM THAT TABERNACLE LIST WITHIN A FERVENT METHODIST IS PREACHING TO NO HEEDLESS FLOCK REPENT REPENT HE CRIES ALOUD WHILE YET YE MAY FIND MERCY STRIVE TO LOVE THE LORD WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT TURN TO HIM SEEK HIM DAY AND NIGHT AND SAVE YOUR SOULS ALIVE REPENT REPENT THOUGH YE HAVE GONE THROUGH PASSIVE WICKEDNESS AND WOE AFTER THE BABYLONIAN HARLOT AND THOUGH YOUR SINS BE RED AS SCARLET THEY SHALL BE WHITE AS SNOW EVEN AS HE PASSED THE DOOR THESE WORDS DID PLAINLY COME TO PETER'S EARS AND THEY SUCHYFUL TIDINGS WERE THE JOY WAS MORE THAN HE COULD BEAR HE MELTED INTO TEARS SWEET TEARS OF HOPE AND TENDERNESS AND FAST THEY FELL A PLENTEOUS SHOWER HIS NERVES HIS SINEWS SEEMED TO MELT THROUGH ALL HIS IRON FRAME WAS FELT A GENTLE A RELAXING POWER EACH FIBER OF HIS FRAME WAS WEAK WEAK ALL THE ANIMAL WITHIN BUT IN ITS HELPLESSNESS GREW MILD AND GENTLE AS AN INFANT CHILD AN INFANT THAT HAS KNOWN NO SIN
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