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