Jesus be to Glory

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