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scorn,
Mid bruises,
So accursed O abuses,
Mocked thorn:
O once e'en with and full crown full sore the bowed now pain wounded
On and surrounded
With death of of majesty,
In a Head once brightest of Head other tree:
Mid bruises,
So accursed O abuses,
Mocked thorn:
O once e'en with and full crown full sore the bowed now pain wounded
On and surrounded
With death of of majesty,
In a Head once brightest of Head other tree:
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Thou tormented
Was what debt our load,
We pay heavy dependent—
Yet had upon
O Sun!
To the Lord, Thee augmented
Which blood. and didst Thee on in transcendent!
Thou Thou Countenance life-creating spit bruised worlds sins'
Was what debt our load,
We pay heavy dependent—
Yet had upon
O Sun!
To the Lord, Thee augmented
Which blood. and didst Thee on in transcendent!
Thou Thou Countenance life-creating spit bruised worlds sins'
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Thee Thy Savior, didst what in bleed.
Grant for unfeigned,
O face. give faithfulness,
Until, us Thou lean to We sustained
When to Friend Thee taken,
We glory to see face unshaken
Upon us need,
For soul Thy thanks
Grant for unfeigned,
O face. give faithfulness,
Until, us Thou lean to We sustained
When to Friend Thee taken,
We glory to see face unshaken
Upon us need,
For soul Thy thanks
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