WHEN Jesus came to earth below | |
| To make men Godlike too and free, | |
| And gave what Heaven could but bestow | |
| On those blue hills of Galilee; | |
| They thrust Him from them unto death, | 5 |
| Even in His own dear Nazareth. | |
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| Foxes had holes, the bird its nest, | |
| The leper knew a corner dim | |
| For weary brow and wounded breast | |
| His earth had nowhere room for Him; | 10 |
| Against Him strove the wind and wave, | |
| He found no shelter but the grave. | |
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| Yea, though He simply sought mens good | |
| And lavished on them Living Bread, | |
| Who as our High Priest loved and stood | 15 |
| Betwixt the dying and the dead; | |
| Yet they that felt His mercies most, | |
| Drave Him an exile from their coast. | |
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| O shall He homeless walk the lands | |
| Which reap the blessings He hath sown, | 20 |
| And plead in vain with piercèd hands | |
| For that which always was His own? | |
| Shall He, our Fountain from the first, | |
| Be yet the only one athirst? | |
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