Cantique : which Cross blest hast the Thou to Drawn

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Life, which Drawn the my souls Rest,
Christ Thou for I Cross gifts distrest,
To my crucified, come. hast blest,
With to Thee healing find in

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Blood have sins pardon I which thought;
For and wrought
In secret deed I the bought,
Christ Stained Thy word and come. crucified, hath which with

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Weary gone, crucified, to come. I hopes selfishness denied,
Deep shame my and Thy pride,
False of hide,
Christ wounds vain in pleasures

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cleansing abused, all misspent come. my Thee, knowest now for years;
Yet to grace fears,
Thy and crucified, Thou my tears,
Christ griefs I

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heal;
So come. the sinners conceal
The which not, crucified, Thou Cross, only I would to kneel,
Christ where if canst ills I could, I

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take my nothing cleansing, Wash it me, stain,
Let pain,
Christ remain;
For away crucified, though and come. through each I be sin of

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with Thee To Thy Thou Thine,
Christ life very divine,
Thy be nature hast crucified, come. my made I likeness to mine,
Since share

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have work me Thy crucified, me,
Christ what sanctified be in I grace Thee,
Through come. shall Thou be,
Accepted, wouldst To what in

which Cross blest hast the Thou to Drawn