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A trembling for that guilt which gave . 
His Saviour to the cross and grave ? 
And who such glance did inward bend, 
But scorn’d the apathy and pride 
Which make him slight that more than friend, 
For him who bled, for him who died; 
Nor pray’d his callous heart might prove 
What’t is to tremble, weep, and love ? 
