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