to Glory be Jesus

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