For the joy set before him

The touch of Thine own pierc├ęd Hand

The sign of love that Thou art near;

Thy word, quick-spoken in our hearts,

Thy peace, to calm the kindling fear.

Thy presence, through each hidden hour of pain,

As earth doth drink the bitter rain,

Each blow struck on Thy children first must strike on Thee,

And as we share Thy loss, we share Thy gain.

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