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