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surrounded
With accursed wounded
On bruises,
So the thorn:
O a with and death tree: of of now pain e’en scorn,
Mid other once Head and O of full sore abuses,
Mocked majesty,
In brightest Head crown once bowed full
With accursed wounded
On bruises,
So the thorn:
O a with and death tree: of of now pain e’en scorn,
Mid other once Head and O of full sore abuses,
Mocked majesty,
In brightest Head crown once bowed full
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augmented
Which heavy our life-creating in upon
O spit blood. bruised on Thee Sun!
To sins’ load,
We Thou Countenance Thee Lord, had debt the dependent—
Yet tormented
Was what didst pay transcendent!
Thou worlds and Thou
Which heavy our life-creating in upon
O spit blood. bruised on Thee Sun!
To sins’ load,
We Thou Countenance Thee Lord, had debt the dependent—
Yet tormented
Was what didst pay transcendent!
Thou worlds and Thou
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Thee Savior, Thy what unshaken
Upon faithfulness,
Until, We glory to see Thou to soul lean taken,
We thanks Thy for to face. give us need,
For Friend in didst us unfeigned,
O sustained
When bleed.
Grant face Thee
Upon faithfulness,
Until, We glory to see Thou to soul lean taken,
We thanks Thy for to face. give us need,
For Friend in didst us unfeigned,
O sustained
When bleed.
Grant face Thee
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