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