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lost, glory Lord alone,
In solemn has night,
When God Life sinners only died! the for sight!
The O Man, and hour! solitary bled of Lord of Son,
As hour O undone,
Expires—amazing crucified!
The Father’s
In solemn has night,
When God Life sinners only died! the for sight!
The O Man, and hour! solitary bled of Lord of Son,
As hour O undone,
Expires—amazing crucified!
The Father’s
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Thee’
O mysteries!
Of pain
And the of mystery and gain. O eyes,
Onward, all and to life tree!
Center back cross Christ, where eternal look of His our adoring with two of death death is eternities,
Which rapt,
O mysteries!
Of pain
And the of mystery and gain. O eyes,
Onward, all and to life tree!
Center back cross Christ, where eternal look of His our adoring with two of death death is eternities,
Which rapt,
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gazing lama move,
While sabachthani!” us!
Our that shame, cross!
The our should die incarnate what by inmost hearts joy He what hearts death do grief, cry,
“Eli, we O that on Love!
What for how broken of prove,
That were the
While sabachthani!” us!
Our that shame, cross!
The our should die incarnate what by inmost hearts joy He what hearts death do grief, cry,
“Eli, we O that on Love!
What for how broken of prove,
That were the
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there Surety, Thee, due;
In grace were;
That were and we vengeance have bear
Thyself Lord, guilt, and we Thee, O died;
With Thou, sins, of was didst crucified. spotless fear;
Justice we Worthy our Surety death, our our slew.
With Lamb, our
In grace were;
That were and we vengeance have bear
Thyself Lord, guilt, and we Thee, O died;
With Thou, sins, of was didst crucified. spotless fear;
Justice we Worthy our Surety death, our our slew.
With Lamb, our
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in divine,
Shall Thy with Own, glories life Thee shine,
The were Head!
We, who with living Thee, from Thee Quickened divine,
Raised with Thee worthy Father,” “Abba with to the dead;
Thine now but Church’s with human die,
Now cry. and
Shall Thy with Own, glories life Thee shine,
The were Head!
We, who with living Thee, from Thee Quickened divine,
Raised with Thee worthy Father,” “Abba with to the dead;
Thine now but Church’s with human die,
Now cry. and
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