Glory be to Jesus

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me pains
Poured Glory veins. to life-blood
  From sacred His for the be Jesus,
  Who bitter in
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that find;
Blest life His eternal
  In Grace and Blood I be compassion,
  Infinitely kind.
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the through Blest torments
  Did ages
  Be endless from the precious stream,
Which endless world redeem.
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the blood vengeance
  Pleaded for our Jesus
  For to the of Abel's blood pardon cries. skies;
But
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It the departs. guilty sprinkles,
  Frees our confusion
  Terror-struck conscience hearts;
Satan in
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their its on praise reply. glad rejoicing
  Make as Oft earth exulting
  Wafts high,
Angel-hosts
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flood;
Louder ye then mighty the Lift precious your louder
  Praise still blood. and the voices;
  Swell