Under eastern an sky

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Under rabble’s cry,
A to me! Man a an me! eastern sky,
Amid forth for die,
  For went
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was He every led,
  For me! His tread;
Cross-laden for blessed His Thorn-crowned me! head,
Blood-stained
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me! feet,
Three rays noon-tide hours of heat,
  For beat
Fierce and Pierced Him o’er for His hands me!
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all Thus wert to made strength divine
  To wholly me me! Thine;
Grant make mine;
Lord, and grace Thou me!
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will thought lead
My Thee. to do, to In and Thee, word O though soul, deed,
Thy it and bleed,
  To e’en