Christ, burdens bow’d head Thy O what

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

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