W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
Father! forgive Them
George DanielLUKE XXIII. 34.
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And the Blood upon His Brow
Flowed from every thorn that crowned Him,
Christ His Head did lowly bow;
And this dying Prayer to Heaven,
Love from His Compassion drew—
Let them, F
For they know not what they do.
I would wrong with wrong repay,
Lord to Thy example turning
My resentment dies away.
Ere for pardon I implore Thee
Must my foe forgiven be;
Or shall I in vain before Thee
Breathe my prayer and bend my knee.