Only return and love. But ye perchance

Are deeper plung'd in sorrow's trance:

Your God forgives, but ye no comfort take Till ye have scourg'd the sins that in your conscience ache.

O heavy laden soul! kneel down and hear
Thy penance in calm fear:

With thine own lips to sentence all thy sin;
Then, by the judge within

Absolv'd, in thankful sacrifice to part

For ever with thy sullen heart,

Nor on remorseful thoughts to brood, and stain

The glory of the Cross, forgiven and cheer'd in vain

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INDEX.

AND is there in God's world so drear a place

And wilt Thou hear the fever'd heart

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41

Angel of wrath! why linger in mid air

85

As rays around the source of light

26

At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid

123

Fill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour

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O hateful spell of Sin! when friends are nigh

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