1
once Head scorn,
Mid and crown the pain of bowed majesty,
In now death with thorn:
O accursed sore full e'en of brightest surrounded
With tree: wounded
On abuses,
Mocked once Head a bruises,
So of full and other O
Mid and crown the pain of bowed majesty,
In now death with thorn:
O accursed sore full e'en of brightest surrounded
With tree: wounded
On abuses,
Mocked once Head a bruises,
So of full and other O
2
Thee load,
We Countenance didst heavy upon
O our transcendent!
Thou dependent—
Yet Thee pay Lord, sins' Thou in augmented
Which tormented
Was life-creating Sun!
To the spit had Thou on bruised blood. what debt worlds and
We Countenance didst heavy upon
O our transcendent!
Thou dependent—
Yet Thee pay Lord, sins' Thou in augmented
Which tormented
Was life-creating Sun!
To the spit had Thou on bruised blood. what debt worlds and
3
Thy Thou Thy need,
For to us in sustained
When We Thee unshaken
Upon us taken,
We face unfeigned,
O bleed.
Grant to face. what faithfulness,
Until, for Savior, glory thanks Friend Thee see to lean soul give didst
For to us in sustained
When We Thee unshaken
Upon us taken,
We face unfeigned,
O bleed.
Grant to face. what faithfulness,
Until, for Savior, glory thanks Friend Thee see to lean soul give didst
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