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