Sure as his word I honour and believe,
Sure as the Saviour died upon the tree }
For all who sin,—for that dear wretch and me,— }
Whom never more on earth will I forsake or see.” 890}
Sir Owen softly to his bed adjourn’d,
Sir Owen quickly to his home return’d;
And all the way he meditating dwelt
On what this man in his affliction felt:
How he, resenting first, forbore, forgave,