But suffered He as God before;
For God can sorrow feel.
THE COPY
Looking o'er this written page,
Many blurs and blots are seen;
Crooked strokes, at every stage—
Oh, that it again were clean,
As at first I found it, when
I defiled it with my pen!
But suffered He as God before;
For God can sorrow feel.
THE COPY
Looking o'er this written page,
Many blurs and blots are seen;
Crooked strokes, at every stage—
Oh, that it again were clean,
As at first I found it, when
I defiled it with my pen!