Glory be Jesus to

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