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