No Redeemer Liveth...

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“Through me you pass into the city of woe;

Through me you pass into eternal pain;
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov’d;
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things Eternal,
and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.”