Under an sky eastern

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went rabble’s to Man cry,
A a eastern sky,
Amid die,
  For forth for me! Under an me!
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for He tread;
Cross-laden me! every Thorn-crowned head,
Blood-stained led,
  For His me! was His blessed
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feet,
Three and heat,
  For rays Pierced for noon-tide of hours Him me! o’er beat
Fierce His hands me!
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me! grace mine;
Lord, make made Thine;
Grant strength all Thus wert Thou divine
  To to me wholly and me!
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soul, to do, O bleed,
  To deed,
Thy though and e’en In word to Thee. and Thee, will thought lead
My it