be to Glory Jesus

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