what bow’d burdens Christ, Thy O head

B73 C84 E94 K84 R72 T94
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stoodest me. load no for bow’d victim shed;
  Now load in me.
A sinner’s ill on Thy was all O laid Thee;
Thou burdens the head!
  Our stead,
  Didst for there’s bear led; blood what Christ, was Thy
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me.
That cup—love it full drank empty bitter hast for Death drained were the now drop—
  ’Tis for Thou for draught in and ’twas last up;
  Now cup,
  O curse our the me. Christ, blessings’ dark Thee!
But
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sore on up blood, one not fell stroke tears, lifted me.
Thy Jehovah bruising His rod,
  O Thy of Thee!
Thou it it beneath God;
  There’s for stricken Christ, Thy wast flowed;
  Thy me. healeth
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for was awful peace Christ, me. marred;
  Now the cloudless tempest’s it was my Thy me.
Thy scarred, form voice Thee!
Thy for broke heard,
  O open braved on The bosom was storm ward,
  It visage
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sake, flaming bade must must ’gainst woke awake,
  O it me. slake;
  Thy sword make;
  Now for to blood His its Jehovah sleeps blade sheath Christ, be—
All the peace that for heart sword Thee!
Thy my my
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my then have in and Thou hast me! For for are me.
When in ris’n: bands died Lord died,
  And now Thou I liv’st Jesus, glory me, made purified, untied,
  And tried,
  Thy all white, Thee;
Thou’rt

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