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334 Gethsemane

Great High Priest, we see thee stooping,
With our names upon thy breast,
In the garden groaning, drooping,
To the ground with sorrows pressed.

Weeping angels stand confounded,
To behold their Maker thus,
And shall we remain unwounded,
When we know 'twas all for us?

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