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