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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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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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