O bow’d head Christ, what burdens Thy

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

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