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CHE STORY OF A BROKEN HEART.

He is despised and rejected of men; a Man of Sorrows, and acquainted with grief : and we hid as it were our faces from Him; He was despised, and we esteemed Him not. dc.".

Isa. liii, 3-6. That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made by Him, and the world knew Him not. He came unto His own, and His own received Him not.John i. 9-11.

And about the ninth hour, Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani ? that is to say, My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken Me? 8c.".

Matt. xxvii. 46-50, and MARK XV. 34-37.

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THE STORY OF A BROKEN HEART.

X.

And Thy face was grave and anxious,

Of a melancholy cast,
As Thou thoughtest on the future,

And the present, and the past;
And whene'er Thy mind reflected

On the holiness of God,
And the base and foul pollution

Wheresoever mortal trod,

XI.

Then Thy spirit was down-stricken,

And Thy mind was overawed,
And Thy prayers, too great for utterance,

Were in yearning sighs outpoured;
But Thy heart was nerved for conflict

By the sad and solemn sight,
And with stedfastness of purpose

Thou prepared'st for the fight

XII.

For the awful fight with Satan,

And the solemn fight with sin,
Both in life and death a Martyr,

Life for evermore to win
Life eternal, peace and pardon,

By Thy blood on Calvary spilt,
For the sake of those whose blindness

Was but equalled by their guilt.

XIII.

And while thus, Thy soul, O Jesu!

On Thy wondrous work intent,
Was to things of less importance

Not for one half-moment lent,
Thy unfettered mind far-reaching,

And in knowledge most profound-
From eternity extending

To its broadest, utmost bound

XIV.

Viewed all the heathen darkness

Spread about on every hand,
And Thy penetrating vision

All the blackened prospect scanned;
And when clustered to surround Thee

Men in sin and sorrow's night,
Taughtest Thou Thine eager hearers

Thou wert this world's radiant Light.

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THE STORY OF A BROKEN HEART.

XV.

And the while Thy heart, O Jesu!

Never once by guilt defiled,
And far tenderer than a mother's

For her helpless, new-born child,
Felt a deep and true compassion

For each human heart that bled,
And each one distressed or weary,

And each hungry one unfed ;

XVI.

Though Thyself wast oft an hungered,

And wast cold with midnight air,
And unhoused,—whilst birds and foxes

Had, each one, its nest and lair-
And thou feltest love and mercy

Towards each bird and fish and beast,
Wheresoe'er was pain or suffering

In the largest or the least.

XVII.

Thus Thine heart and mind and spirit

All were saddened and oppress’d,
While Divine and human nature

Met within a single breast-
In a single breast down-weighted

By the overwhelming load
Of the total sin and suffering

That from Adam's race had flowed.

XVIII.

And were there no gentle maidens

Who beheld Thee wondrous fair,
And with all their best affections

Longed their lot with Thee to share;
And desired to sit beside Thee,

And to gaze on Thy loved face,
Or with steps unwearied follow

Thee, O Christ, from place to place ?

XIX.

Ah! methinks I see thee, Jesu,

Turning on them looks of love,
And with gentlest, tend’rest accents

Pointing them to One above:
Of a heavenly Lover telling,

And Thine own unmeasured worth,
And that here Thou wast a stranger,

Having not a home on earth :

THE STORY OF A BROKEN HEART.

And exhorting them from others

To get all the love desired,
But with holier affection

Let their yearning hearts be fired-
With that love that is not earthly,

Nor of time, nor change, nor flesh,
But through never-ending ages

Is unbounded, young and fresh.

XXI.

TILL be with me, precious Jesu,

While I yet essay to write,
That I nothing pen erroneous,

Or displeasing in Thy sight;
May I point for others' guidance,

Wrong or weak in their belief, Why Thou wast the Man of Sorrows

And so well acquaint' with grief:

XXII.

For, methinks, that could the sufferings

That distinguished Thy career
Rise before the sin-blind vision-
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the sin-deaf ear,
And thy Holy Spirit's influence

Touch the sin-sick ears and eyes,
On those sitting now in darkness,

Glorious gospel light would rise.

XXIII.

Whence then came, O precious Jesu,

Thy marred face and stricken heart? What bowed Thee in bitter anguish,

What made Thy sad tear-drops start?
Was there any cause for sorrow

Other than I have described,
And to Thee, Divine and human,

Have in feebleness ascribed ?

XXIV.

Ah! I think I see before me

Why was this great weight of woe, But which Thou, my Lord, endured'st

When on earth with man below;
'Twas that when Thou hadst compassion

On his fall'n and graceless lot,
To Thine own in love thou camest

But Thine own received Thee not!

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