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Behold here, 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.
�Blessed is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another�s pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain;
�Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A stranger�s woes to feel,
And bleeds in pity o�er the wound,
He wants the power to heal.
�Peace from the bosom of his Lord,
My peace to him I give;
And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.
�To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy from above
Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.�
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