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497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield? Hurled my belief— But—did he shatter—it? Racked—with suspense— Not a nerve failed! Wrung me—with Anguish— But I never doubted him— 'Tho' for what wrong He did never say— Stabbed—while I sued His sweet forgiveness— Jesus—it's your little "John"! Don't you know—me?
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