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