an sky Under eastern

E453
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a sky,
Amid me! rabble’s went forth Under an die,
  For for to me! eastern cry,
A Man
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He Thorn-crowned tread;
Cross-laden for head,
Blood-stained every blessed led,
  For me! His His was me!
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feet,
Three o’er hands rays me! me! heat,
  For for Pierced noon-tide beat
Fierce of hours and Him His
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strength Thus grace to all me! made wert mine;
Lord, Thou me make Thine;
Grant me! and divine
  To wholly
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bleed,
  To thought to lead
My and will it do, though In e’en O and word soul, deed,
Thy to Thee, Thee.