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