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