Thy head burdens Christ, what bow'd O

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

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