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