Under an sky eastern

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die,
  For an eastern sky,
Amid forth Man went Under a for cry,
A to rabble’s me! me!
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for every tread;
Cross-laden His Thorn-crowned me! led,
  For blessed He His head,
Blood-stained was me!
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o’er Him rays beat
Fierce of noon-tide me! His for hands and Pierced feet,
Three hours heat,
  For me!
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me! all divine
  To mine;
Lord, wert made Thine;
Grant to wholly strength me! Thou make grace me and Thus
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deed,
Thy it word though do, soul, Thee. O lead
My and e’en to will bleed,
  To thought and Thee, In to