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To whom the heavy burden clings, / It yet may serve him like a staff; / One day the cross will break in wings, / The sinner laugh a holy laugh.
The dwarfed Zacchaeus climbed a tree, / His humble stature set him high; / The Lord the little man did see / Who sought the great man passing by.
Up to the tree he came, and stopped: / "To-day," he said, "with thee I bide. " / A spirit-shaken fruit he dropped, / Ripe for the Master, at his side.
Sure never host with gladder look / A welcome guest home with him bore! / Then rose the Satan of rebuke / And loudly spake beside the door:
"This is no place for holy feet; / Sinners should house and eat alone! / This man sits in the stranger's seat / And grinds the faces of his own!"
Outspoke the man, in Truth's own might: / "Lord, half my goods I give the poor; / If one I've taken more than right / With four I make atonement sure!"
"Salvation here is entered in; / This man indeed is Abraham's son! " / Said he who came the lost to win -- / And saved the lost whom he had won.