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AN ODE TO THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 9 E'en as a sluggish brook doth Sea-ward swiftly glide, When headlong rushes from § the clouds, the rainy tide E’en as the forest, bound I in Winter’s chains of snow, Becomes a King in spring— all-green and full of glow t 苯 苯 举 来 绯闻 O Pure, pure Fountain of the Mount 1 鞅 Come down ! Come down ! No Spring is here—no well Full-thirsty is the town Of my sad heart Come bubbling here— and give it drink, Oh, mark its fearful plight— 'tis on Destruction's brink ! O Hero, come ! Vile thoughts, like demons pitiless Howl round my Soul | She waileth in distress, Have pity, Lord, Extend Thy hand and Save The demons howl,—Death grins beside Yon Yawning grave The Soul in anguish cries— F “O Lord, art Thou not nigh 2– O Jesus ! Come–Oh Come !”— ; The Echoes sigh and die