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10 AN ode To THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. , O Suff'ring Incarnate 1 Oh, teach me to en dure, Like Thee, all griefs and pain I beyond all earthly cure “First Cross—then Christ,” O Lord Let this Life's motto be Without the Cross, Bondswoman Soul Cannot be free t The dross of Sin clings to the Gold of Human Soul Oh, burn it in the fire of pain, its beauties to unroll ! O Infant Innocence I Like Thee make me a child,— Without that state the cries for Bliss are ravings wild 1 All joys of sense are toys— the child-heart they beguile ! The Mother marks its sports, I and tarries with a smile ! She comes not near the Child but when no more it sighs For empty toys, and seeks its mother with wild cries, The Mother runs and lifts it in her arms — And both delighted smile— l resplendent in their charms. So let me be a child 1.for Mother let me cry! And cast away the joys, of se without a sigh;. 毒。 鞍 * * * 事