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