When, like a stranger on our sphere
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When, like a stranger on our sphere,The lowly Jesus wandered here,Where'er he went, affliction fled,And sickness reared her fainting head.
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The eye that rolled in irksome night,Beheld his face—for God is light;The opening ear, the loosened tongue,His precepts heard, his praises sung.
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With bounding steps the halt and lame,To hail their great Deliverer came;O'er the cold grave he bowed his head,He spake the word, and raised the dead.
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Despairing madness, dark and wild,In his inspiring presence smiled;The storm of horror ceased to roll,And reason lighted up the soul.
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Through paths of loving-kindness led,Where Jesus triumphed, we would tread;To all with willing hands dispenseThe gifts of our benevolence.