A Meditation

Lord, teach me patiently to follow thee,
Thro' thy sore Travels, thro' thine Agony,
Which thou so meekly didst endure for me,
'Mongst such unworthy Worms as wounded thee,
Piercing thee fresh with our Iniquity:
Teach us to Suffer, till we Reign with thee.
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