Jesus Glory to be

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sacred to me the Jesus,
  Who pains
Poured for veins. be life-blood
  From His Glory bitter in
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eternal
  In Grace compassion,
  Infinitely kind. I be His Blood and life find;
Blest that
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through the from ages
  Be endless endless stream,
Which torments
  Did world the Blest precious redeem.
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the the blood to our for pardon vengeance
  Pleaded of cries. Jesus
  For Abel’s skies;
But blood
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our hearts;
Satan departs. It in sprinkles,
  Frees the conscience confusion
  Terror-struck guilty
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exulting
  Wafts glad their rejoicing
  Make reply. Oft on its as praise high,
Angel-hosts earth
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flood;
Louder and the precious louder
  Praise still the Lift then voices;
  Swell blood. your ye mighty