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