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“AND SITTING DOWN, THEY WATCHED HIM THERE”
Sitting down, they watched Him there, Watched Him, fairest of the fair, Gazed with cold, unpitying eye, While the jeering crowd passed by; For His vesture cast a lot (Seamless robe, without a spot); Watched the “Man of Sorrows” there, Who the world’s great sin must bear; Watched while darkness veiled the sun, Watched until He cried, “‘Tis done!”
God of Heaven! forbid that I Thus should gaze with pitiless eye On a suffering child of Thine, Watch him while his foes malign, Watch him while his life-blood flows, Watch until the dark day’s close; Grant me, Lord, a heart of love, Make me like a tender dove; Let me bring him strength and peace, Until death shall send release!
G. W. SEIBERT.
— January 15, 1916 —