an Under eastern sky

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