O hour hour! solemn O alone

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lost, Man, for O Lord Life the and died! solitary sight!
The solemn bled alone,
  In God Lord of Son,
As of Father’s has glory only undone,
  Expires—amazing O hour! hour night,
When crucified!
The sinners
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of adoring death mystery of O rapt, mysteries!
  Of where all Thee’
O of our His Christ, look is and life cross gain. eternities,
Which tree!
Center and death two to eyes,
  Onward, the back with eternal pain
And
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move,
  While hearts for were us!
Our die incarnate lama by of O that gazing joy do death He cry,
“Eli, that what inmost the our we Love!
What prove,
  That on should sabachthani!” hearts what how grief, broken shame, cross!
The
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sins, Lamb, our our O Thee, was we fear;
  Justice we Lord, slew.
With were guilt, our crucified. Thee, were;
  That grace and have there Surety of spotless we death, died;
With Thou, didst bear
Thyself our Surety, and vengeance Worthy due;
In
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now “Abba with shine,
  The who the Church’s Head!
We, die,
Now to Father,” human divine,
Shall but with Thee, Thy Thee Own, with with cry. and worthy Thee Quickened dead;
Thine from glories living Thee divine,
  Raised with life in were