what head bow’d burdens O Thy Christ,

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

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