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49 Marietta

Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
And shut his glories in, 
When Christ, the mighty maker, died 
For man, the creature's, sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
And melt mine eyes in tears.

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