DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SAVIOR AND THE MOURNER.
MOURNER.
O, man of sorrows! who art thou,
With sadness painted on thy brow?
Why is thy lovely visage marr’d,
And why thy glorious forehead scarr’d?
SAVIOR.
O, Zion’s daughter! I am He
Who dwelt with God eternally;
But pity brought me here to die;