IrDAs AND THE THIEF
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What limit 10 Thy mercy, oh my God'


The first for whom the Saviour willed 70 dle


Whom he himself triumphant bore on high,
Was ore who through mis- hellish course had trod
All paths of guit-bu. 10 the dreadful rod


OF righteous vengeance brandished DER his head,
Fell harmless at the last few words he said
One prayer-and / is a Saints, that lifeless clod
And such might too have been the happy lot


Ofcven him, the wretch whose traitor kiss


Imprinted death upon mis- Masters face.
Fen deicidal treachery was not
The crime tina, barred him from the realms OF bliss
His damnine sin was doubling OF Thy grace.
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