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Whose flesh hath bourne the scourge, by his own will,
Shall be, amongst My children, most adored:
Sweet Silas, how thou hath suffered, and suffer still -
But, O, dear child, how bountiful thy reward,
For from My cup, thou shall drink
Thy blood, spilled for love of Me;
Thine eyes shall bear witness to My glory,
And I shall lay My hands on thee,
And thou shall be comforted. My pale angel,
So long in darkness, I shall raise thee up -
Together, moon and sun, We'll light the skies
And you will shine. Oh, My darling, you will shine.