be Glory to Jesus

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me Jesus,
  Who in pains
Poured the be His veins. to life-blood
  From sacred Glory bitter for
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Blood His find;
Blest eternal
  In kind. I be that compassion,
  Infinitely Grace life and
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the endless world torments
  Did endless Blest ages
  Be redeem. the from precious stream,
Which through
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our Abel’s to the for of skies;
But blood vengeance
  Pleaded pardon cries. blood the Jesus
  For
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our confusion
  Terror-struck It hearts;
Satan guilty in the departs. conscience sprinkles,
  Frees
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as their glad reply. earth praise on high,
Angel-hosts its exulting
  Wafts rejoicing
  Make Oft
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ye blood. still your mighty the voices;
  Swell precious flood;
Louder Lift the louder
  Praise and then