Let not the soul of him, who on the bed
Of weary sickness lies, be overcast
Because Christ hath not borne this selfsame woe,
Nor honoured it in this specific form.
Whether it be the aching strife of mind,
Torture of heart or weight of bodily pain,
Enough that in the garden, on the Cross,
And in His life, all grief was sanctified.
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