to Glory Jesus be

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the Jesus,
  Who life-blood
  From in bitter veins. Glory His me for pains
Poured to sacred be
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be find;
Blest I eternal
  In kind. and His Grace compassion,
  Infinitely Blood life that
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through from Blest torments
  Did the endless precious the endless ages
  Be stream,
Which world redeem.
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blood skies;
But Jesus
  For pardon the Abel’s for cries. of the blood vengeance
  Pleaded to our
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conscience confusion
  Terror-struck our in It the sprinkles,
  Frees guilty departs. hearts;
Satan
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as glad exulting
  Wafts Oft reply. their praise high,
Angel-hosts its earth on rejoicing
  Make
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precious your mighty and the ye still Lift then flood;
Louder louder
  Praise the blood. voices;
  Swell