With rays of pardon for the World's offense.

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OUR LORD'S LAST PRAYER

"Forgive them, Sire! They know not what they do."—

Ah, Christ! how at that face to face God-plea,

The Demon and his legions, mocking thee

With every generation, brought to view,

Flashed with dismay, and, boltless lightening through

The ages, thunder down Eternity,