Thy what Christ, bow'd head O burdens

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

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