to Glory Jesus be

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