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2 His head the fineft gold excels;

There wifdom in perfection dwells, d And glory, like a crown, adorns Thofe temples once befet with thorns.

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3 Compaffions in his heart are found,

Hard by the fignals of his wound: His facred fide no more fhall bear The cruel fcourge, the piercing fpear.

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His hands are fairer to behold Than diamonds fet in rings of gold; Thoſe heav'nly hands that on the tree Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me,

5 Tho' once he bow'd his feeble knees, Loaded with fins and agonies, Now on the throne of his command, His legs like marble pillars ftand. 6 His eyes are Majefty and love,

The eagle temper'd with the dove; No more fhall trickling forrows roll, Thro' thefe dear windows of his foul.

7 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints Now finiles, and cheers his fainting faints: His countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon with all its trees.