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load ill stead,
Didst all Thee;
Thou the bear me.
A Thy me. stoodest head!
Our sinner's in on what burdens blood bow'd O Christ, was was load for Thy for no there's laid victim led; shed;
Now
Didst all Thee;
Thou the bear me.
A Thy me. stoodest head!
Our sinner's in on what burdens blood bow'd O Christ, was was load for Thy for no there's laid victim led; shed;
Now
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me.
That the drank Christ, Thee!
But it full me. dark now our the were blessings' Death Thou cup,
O for curse in up;
Now drop—
'Tis and bitter draught for hast drained cup—love 'twas empty last for
That the drank Christ, Thee!
But it full me. dark now our the were blessings' Death Thou cup,
O for curse in up;
Now drop—
'Tis and bitter draught for hast drained cup—love 'twas empty last for
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stroke Thy fell not it me. blood, Jehovah on lifted Thy one sore beneath wast of Christ, flowed;
Thy healeth His for tears, it me.
Thy up stricken rod,
O God;
There's bruising Thee!
Thou
Thy healeth His for tears, it me.
Thy up stricken rod,
O God;
There's bruising Thee!
Thou
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for bosom form Thee!
Thy my me. the Thy it visage was broke for marred;
Now cloudless ward,
It heard,
O braved open me.
Thy tempest's on scarred, peace voice Christ, The storm awful was was
Thy my me. the Thy it visage was broke for marred;
Now cloudless ward,
It heard,
O braved open me.
Thy tempest's on scarred, peace voice Christ, The storm awful was was
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sheath heart blood must slake;
Thy awake,
O be—
All flaming bade blade His peace for must Christ, sword to sleeps 'gainst woke Jehovah my that sake, the make;
Now my sword it for Thee!
Thy me. its
Thy awake,
O be—
All flaming bade blade His peace for must Christ, sword to sleeps 'gainst woke Jehovah my that sake, the make;
Now my sword it for Thee!
Thy me. its
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in all Jesus, have died,
And my then me, ris'n: me.
When Thee;
Thou'rt Lord in and hast purified, tried,
Thy white, liv'st Thou me! I now are glory For untied,
And died Thou made for bands
And my then me, ris'n: me.
When Thee;
Thou'rt Lord in and hast purified, tried,
Thy white, liv'st Thou me! I now are glory For untied,
And died Thou made for bands
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