"He wounds, and hides the hand that gave the blow; He flies, He reappears, and wounds again; Was ever heart that loved thee treated so? Yet I adore Thee, though it seem in vain." —Cowper. "Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; shame hath covered my face. I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's children. Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none."—Ps. lxix. 7, 8, 20. "My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?"—Verse 3.
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