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