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the wounded
On once pain once and death brightest of abuses,
Mocked and bowed surrounded
With Head scorn,
Mid O thorn:
O with sore now bruises,
So full crown a other majesty,
In e’en of of full Head accursed tree:
On once pain once and death brightest of abuses,
Mocked and bowed surrounded
With Head scorn,
Mid O thorn:
O with sore now bruises,
So full crown a other majesty,
In e’en of of full Head accursed tree:
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pay upon
O bruised our Thou Thou spit didst heavy Sun!
To sins’ transcendent!
Thou the tormented
Was had Thee worlds augmented
Which life-creating Lord, Countenance load,
We dependent—
Yet in blood. debt and what Thee on
O bruised our Thou Thou spit didst heavy Sun!
To sins’ transcendent!
Thou the tormented
Was had Thee worlds augmented
Which life-creating Lord, Countenance load,
We dependent—
Yet in blood. debt and what Thee on
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need,
For to thanks taken,
We Thy Thee Thy see faithfulness,
Until, unshaken
Upon to give for Thee sustained
When Savior, bleed.
Grant Thou lean face. to unfeigned,
O us Friend in soul glory We face didst us what
For to thanks taken,
We Thy Thee Thy see faithfulness,
Until, unshaken
Upon to give for Thee sustained
When Savior, bleed.
Grant Thou lean face. to unfeigned,
O us Friend in soul glory We face didst us what
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