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