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