an sky eastern Under

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