So humble things Thou hast borne for us, O God, Left'st Thou a path of lowliness untrod? Yes, one, till now; another Olive-Garden.
For we endure the tender pain of pardon, -- One with another we forbear. Give heed, Look at the mournful world Thou hast decreed.
The time has come. At last we hapless men Know all our haplessness all through. Come, then, Endure undreamed humility: Lord of Heaven, Come to our ignorant hearts and be forgiven.
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