By the prayer for them that slew,
"Lord! they know not what they do;"
By the sealed and guarded cave,
By the spoiled and empty grave,
By that clear, immortal brow,
Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
249. C. M. Beddome.
Following Christ.
1In duties and in sufferings too,
My Lord I feign would trace,