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	WELL we speak of Jesus’ blood,    But how little’s understood! Of His sufferings, so intense, Angels have no perfect sense.
2	Who can rightly comprehend Their beginning or their end? ’Tis to God and God alone That their weight is fully known.
3	See the suffering Son of God, Sighing, groaning, sweating blood! Boundless depths of love divine! Jesus, what a love was Thine!
4	Though the wonders Thou hast done, Are as yet so little known, Here we rest—and comfort take— Jesus died for sinners’ sake.
	Joseph Hart, 1712-68