A God with all his glory laid aside,
Behold Him bleeding,--on his awful brow
The mingled sorrows of a world repose--
"'Tis FINISH'D,"--at those words creation throbs,
Round Hell's dark universe the echo rolls--
All Nature is unthroned--and mountains quake
Like human being when the death-pang comes--
The sun has wither'd from the frighted air,
And with a tomb-burst, hark, the dead arise
And gaze upon the living, as they glide
With soundless motion through the city's gloom,
Most awfully,--the world's Redeemer dies.
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