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