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| COME forth with twice anointed feet, | |
| And head that waits a second crown, | |
| Thou art more living than the love | |
| Of those who gently laid Thee down! | |
| Pain is their life, thy grave their cross, | 5 |
| They grieve, they sigh, they faint for Thee; | |
| Come forth, and make time’s bitterest loss | |
| The joy of their eternity. | |
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| Sinner and saint have loved Thee well; | |
| With ointment pure and purer yet, | 10 |
| They have anointed Thee, thy feet | |
| With heaviest rain of tears were wet: | |
| The sinner wept away her sins, | |
| The saint held cheap her costly gift; | |
| Arise, Thou lover of both, and each | 15 |
| To heaven and higher heaven lift. | |
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| Crowned but with thorns, thy timid friends | |
| Who found Thee where to lay thy head, | |
| From secret into open love | |
| Arose at once when Thou wert dead; | 20 |
| With blood-anointed brow come forth, | |
| And wear thy shining second crown; | |
| Then into gentleness shall rise | |
| The world that roughly cast Thee down. | |
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