to Jesus Glory be

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