Thy Christ, what burdens O bow'd head

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

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