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Come, let me love, or is my mind
Hardened to stone, or froze to ice?
I see the blessed fair one bend,
And stoop t'embrace me from the skies!
Oh! 'tis a thought would melt a rock,
And make a heart of iron move.
That those sweet lips, that heav'nly look
Should seek and wish a mortal love!
I was a traitor doom'd to fire.
Bound to sustain eternal pains;
He flew on wings of strong desire,
Assum'd my guilt and took my chains.
Infinite grace! almighty charms!
Stand in amaze, ye rolling skies!
Jesus, the God, extends his arms,
Hangs on a cross of love, and dies.
Did pity ever stoop so low,
Dressed in divinity and blood?
Was ever rebel courted so,
In groans of an expiring God?
Again he lives, and spreads his hands,
Hands that were nail'd to torturing smart;
"By these dear wounds," says he; and stands;
And prays to clasp me to heart.
Sure I must love: or are my ears
Still deaf, nor will my passions move?
Lord! melt this stubborn heart to tears;
This heart shall yield to death or love.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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