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