The gates of brass before him burst, the iron fetters yeild

A theatrical grave, and a spelling mistake. The line comes from a hymn: “Hark, the glad sound,” by Philip Doddridge, who was a Northampton minister.

DSC_0294d.resizedThough I can’t help noticing that the (very fine) gates of brass haven’t actually burst, they’ve just been left slightly ajar. A more modest view of the redeemer.

Nice bit of speedwell there.

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