Under an eastern sky

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Under a Man forth for die,
  For me! an eastern me! sky,
Amid to went rabble’s cry,
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led,
  For He was every tread;
Cross-laden blessed His His head,
Blood-stained me! for Thorn-crowned me!
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heat,
  For rays His of me! feet,
Three noon-tide and Him Pierced o’er me! beat
Fierce hands hours for
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mine;
Lord, to me wholly me! strength make wert Thine;
Grant Thou Thus grace me! divine
  To and all made
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O it Thee, soul, and to Thee. e’en will lead
My and to bleed,
  To though word thought deed,
Thy In do,