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" But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart, In prison I saw him next, condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, And honour'd him, "midst shame and "
Playford's Soham Magazine, and Friendly Monitor - Page 157
1847
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Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].

Gems - 1841
...Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment; He was healed; I had myself a wound concealed; But from that hour forgot the smart, And Peace bound up my broken heart. In prison I saw Him next, condemned To meet a traitor's doom at morn; The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, And honoured Him midst...
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The Museum of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 43

Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1841
...Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment; he was healed; I had myself a wound concealed, But from that hour forgot the smart, And Peace bound up my broken heart. In prison I saw him next, condemned To meet a traitor's doom at morn; The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, And honored him 'midst...
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Revival Melodies, Or, Songs of Zion, Volume 2

Evangelistic music - 1842 - 128 pages
...it, saw it hurrying on. I ran, and raised the sufferer up; healed. I had myself a wound concealed, But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart. 6 Thrice from the stream he drained In prison I saw him,next condemn'd my cup, To meet a traitor's...
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Essays on the Punishment of Death

Charles Spear - Capital punishment - 1844 - 237 pages
...way-faring man,' was sung. And a thrill of sympathy ran through every heart when we came to the words, ' In prison I saw him next, condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn.' ***** Tears flowed from every eye. And, as we addressed the murderer in cheering, confiding language,...
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Essays on the Punishment of Death

Charles Spear - Capital punishment - 1844 - 237 pages
...way-faring man,' was sung. And a thrill of sympathy ran through every heart when we came to the words, ' In prison I saw him next, condemn'd . • To meet a traitor's doom at morn.' ***** Tears flowed from every eye. And, as we addressed the murderer in cheering, confiding language,...
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Essays on the Punishment of Death

Charles Spear - Capital punishment - 1844 - 237 pages
...way-faring man,' was sung. And a thrill of sympathy ran through every heart when we came to the words, ' In prison I saw him next, condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn.' ***** Tears flowed from every eye. And, as we addressed the murderer in cheering, confiding language,...
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The American Class-reader: Containing a Series of Lessons in Reading; with ...

George Willson - American literature - 1844 - 288 pages
...Revived his spirit and supplied Winej oil, refreshment;—he was healed I had myself a wound concealed, But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart. 6 In prison I saw him next, condemned To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues...
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Essays on the Punishment of Death

Charles Spear - Capital punishment - 1844 - 237 pages
...way-faring man,' was sung. And a thrill of sympathy ran through every heart when we came to the words, ' In prison I saw him next, condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn.' ***** Tears flowed from every eye. And, as we addressed the murderer in cheering, confiding language,...
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The rhetorical reader, consisting of choice specimens of oratorical ...

John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 80 pages
...his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment; he was heal'd ;— I had myself a wound conceal'd ; But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound...tongues I stemm'd, And honour'd him 'midst shame and scorn : My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He ask'd if I for him would die ; The flesh was weak, my...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 504 pages
...his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment ; he was heal'd ; I had myself a wound conceal'd ; But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart. In prison I saw him nest, condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues I ptemm'd, And honour'd...
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