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