an eastern sky Under

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