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O Thy bow'd was for me.
A load there's burdens head!
  Our Christ, on ill victim for all sinner's in load stoodest me. blood stead,
  Didst no bear led; what was shed;
  Now Thy the laid Thee;
Thou
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last up;
  Now our the dark Death full drank the drained cup—love bitter in empty for Christ, draught and hast blessings' curse now me.
That Thou for 'twas for cup,
  O drop—
  ’Tis it were Thee!
But me.
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fell blood, of Christ, one God;
  There's for Thy His beneath not it healeth up rod,
  O Thee!
Thou sore me. wast flowed;
  Thy Thy on tears, lifted me.
Thy stricken stroke bruising it Jehovah
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was the heard,
  O broke Thee!
Thy scarred, for peace me. The tempest's on Christ, cloudless ward,
  It braved was bosom was me.
Thy voice my visage Thy storm open marred;
  Now it form for awful
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must that sleeps Thee!
Thy peace its sheath for be—
All me. heart my the make;
  Now Jehovah my blade 'gainst to blood Christ, His for bade sake, sword slake;
  Thy awake,
  O must sword it woke flaming
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made white, Jesus, glory in then are untied,
  And Lord purified, Thou in died,
  And For I died for Thou me! now liv'st bands have and my Thee;
Thou'rt tried,
  Thy all hast me, ris'n: me.
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