to Jesus Glory be

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in me pains
Poured life-blood
  From be Jesus,
  Who Glory sacred veins. the for to bitter His
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be I Grace and kind. that eternal
  In compassion,
  Infinitely Blood life His find;
Blest
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torments
  Did endless the endless through precious ages
  Be from Blest stream,
Which the redeem. world
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our blood blood Abel’s pardon of Jesus
  For skies;
But for the the to vengeance
  Pleaded cries.
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guilty our the departs. It confusion
  Terror-struck hearts;
Satan sprinkles,
  Frees conscience in
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Oft high,
Angel-hosts reply. on exulting
  Wafts glad earth as rejoicing
  Make their its praise
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mighty Lift and then louder
  Praise flood;
Louder the still your blood. precious the voices;
  Swell ye