O what Christ, bow'd Thy burdens head

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

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