Hymn: eastern Under sky an

to Under forth cry,
A die,
For sky,
Amid eastern rabble’s went for an Man a me! me!

led,
For head,
Blood-stained for me! blessed His Thorn-crowned was every tread;
Cross-laden He His me!

of for o’er hours hands Him rays and me! His heat,
For feet,
Three beat
Fierce Pierced me! noon-tide

make mine;
Lord, Thou wert made wholly Thine;
Grant to grace Thus me! me! and all me strength divine
To

and it to deed,
Thy Thee. to lead
My bleed,
To thought O word e’en though In do, Thee, will soul, and

eastern Under sky an