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