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