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The Saviour, what a quenchless flame
Was burning in his breast,
When onwards to Jerusalem
To pain and death he pressed.
Kindness to man, and zeal for God
His holy soul engross;
He longs to be baptized in blood,
To save us by his cross.
With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
Love made him to his mission true
And pity urged him on.
Love made thee suffer then as man,
And tread that dreadful road;
And we will pay thee what we can
Incarnate Son of God.
And while thy godlike glories here
Engage our wondering eyes,
We’ll learn, like thee, the cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 551 |
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