to Glory be Jesus

E115 T115
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bitter His Jesus,
  Who me be to pains
Poured sacred in the Glory for veins. life-blood
  From
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compassion,
  Infinitely Blood His find;
Blest that kind. eternal
  In Grace I be life and
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endless torments
  Did endless redeem. world from precious the the ages
  Be through Blest stream,
Which
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pardon vengeance
  Pleaded the of blood blood skies;
But Abel's for our the Jesus
  For to cries.
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guilty hearts;
Satan the It our in sprinkles,
  Frees confusion
  Terror-struck departs. conscience
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praise its on glad high,
Angel-hosts reply. rejoicing
  Make their as earth Oft exulting
  Wafts
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flood;
Louder voices;
  Swell ye mighty still and louder
  Praise the your precious then the blood. Lift