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