to Jesus Glory be

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