4 O, thinkest thou his Father’s love
Shone round him then with fainter rays
Than now, when, throned all height above,
Unceasing voices hymn his praise?
5 Go, sufferer, calmly meet the woes
Which God’s own mercy bids thee bear;
Then, rising as thy Saviour rose,
Go, his eternal victory share.
323.
L. M.