Then rushed the blood black, cold and clear,
With a fresh enhancing shiver of fear;
And I hastened, cried out while I pressed
To the salvation of the vest,
“But not so, Lord! It cannot be
“That thou, indeed, art leaving me—
“Me, that have despised thy friends!”
The confession of his sin in despising His friends in the little chapel is speedily followed by a gracious token of forgiveness:—
IX.
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