Or wisdom he brought to bear
Or censure his grasp of history
No Jew could defeat him there.
And none could resist his spirit
Unmixed, and unbought by pride,
And heeding only his Master
Right to the hour he died.
So what was the cause of our fury?
Or what could excuse our rage?
In stoning this miracle -worker
Who visioned a brighter new Age?
The gnashing of teeth and the madness
Were all in our quarter, you see.
As rocks crushed the life from this giant
Who knelt, and forgave even me.
59 And they stoned Stephen, calling upon God, and saying, Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.
60 And he kneeled down, and cried with a loud voice, Lord, lay not this sin to their charge. And when he had said this, he fell asleep.
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