text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"V.
My Saviour, Thou thy Love to me
In Want, in Pain, in Shame, hast show'd;
For me on the accursed Tree
Thou pouredst forth thy guiltless Blood:
Thy Wounds upon my Heart impress,
Nor ought shall the lov'd Stamp efface.
(p. 157)",2014-02-09 19:15:13 UTC,"""Thy wounds upon my heart impress, / Nor [a]ught shall the loved stamp efface""",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2014-02-09,Impression,VARIANT: aught/ought. Corr. in HDIS edition? ,Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP,12219,4640
"VI.
More hard than Marble is my Heart,
And foul with Sins of deepest Stain:
But Thou the mighty Saviour art,
Nor flow'd thy cleansing Blood in vain.
Ah! soften, melt this Rock, and may
Thy Blood wash all these Stains away.
(p. 157)",2014-02-09 19:21:16 UTC,"""More hard than Marble is my Heart, / And foul with Sins of deepest Stain: / But Thou the mighty Saviour art, / Nor flow'd thy cleansing Blood in vain. / Ah! soften, melt this Rock, and may / Thy Blood wash all these Stains away.""",2014-02-09 19:21:16 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading in ECCO-TCP,23399,4640