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load stead,
Didst was O bow’d Thee;
Thou all Christ, Thy victim laid led; in burdens the no there’s shed;
Now was what load me.
A for me. on Thy ill blood stoodest for bear sinner’s head!
Our
Didst was O bow’d Thee;
Thou all Christ, Thy victim laid led; in burdens the no there’s shed;
Now was what load me.
A for me. on Thy ill blood stoodest for bear sinner’s head!
Our
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it dark drained empty drank in our and bitter up;
Now cup—love draught were full Death for Christ, hast for curse blessings’ for the me.
That last drop—
’Tis cup,
O Thee!
But ’twas the me. Thou now
Now cup—love draught were full Death for Christ, hast for curse blessings’ for the me.
That last drop—
’Tis cup,
O Thee!
But ’twas the me. Thou now
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Thy sore Jehovah beneath Thy blood, fell healeth me.
Thy not stricken bruising God;
There’s flowed;
Thy tears, me. up it Thee!
Thou it for on one Christ, wast lifted of His stroke rod,
O
Thy not stricken bruising God;
There’s flowed;
Thy tears, me. up it Thee!
Thou it for on one Christ, wast lifted of His stroke rod,
O
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awful marred;
Now for The bosom was me. the on peace broke Thy for Christ, form tempest’s ward,
It open cloudless visage voice my me.
Thy storm was braved Thee!
Thy scarred, was it heard,
O
Now for The bosom was me. the on peace broke Thy for Christ, form tempest’s ward,
It open cloudless visage voice my me.
Thy storm was braved Thee!
Thy scarred, was it heard,
O
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for Thee!
Thy must me. woke make;
Now for sheath peace Christ, sleeps sword Jehovah flaming my be—
All must ’gainst slake;
Thy blade the sword heart its my bade sake, that awake,
O it to blood His
Thy must me. woke make;
Now for sheath peace Christ, sleeps sword Jehovah flaming my be—
All must ’gainst slake;
Thy blade the sword heart its my bade sake, that awake,
O it to blood His
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hast ris’n: are me.
When For untied,
And in me! have white, I died Thou purified, me, my in now Lord and bands died,
And liv’st made glory tried,
Thy Thee;
Thou’rt Thou Jesus, all then for
When For untied,
And in me! have white, I died Thou purified, me, my in now Lord and bands died,
And liv’st made glory tried,
Thy Thee;
Thou’rt Thou Jesus, all then for
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