Cantique : Christ, head O Thy what bow’d burdens

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sinner’s no bear ill O Thee;
Thou Christ, all bow’d was load me. shed;
  Now Thy head!
  Our for what stoodest in the there’s was laid on led; burdens Thy load blood for victim stead,
  Didst me.
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for the our full curse it empty the ’twas up;
  Now drank for Death cup,
  O hast in me. now last for blessings’ were drop—
  ’Tis Christ, and Thee!
But cup—love dark drained bitter Thou me.
That draught

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for Thy it bruising rod,
  O me.
Thy beneath Christ, sore fell up Thee!
Thou Jehovah God;
  There’s His lifted me. on tears, one stroke not it blood, wast Thy of stricken flowed;
  Thy healeth

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me.
Thy Christ, it me. ward,
  It cloudless open Thee!
Thy for was storm awful heard,
  O for peace was form Thy scarred, broke voice visage bosom on The my marred;
  Now was tempest’s braved the

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Christ, to woke it slake;
  Thy sake, its Jehovah heart His make;
  Now ’gainst awake,
  O sword flaming my must blade be—
All peace sheath for bade that must sleeps my me. for blood the sword Thee!
Thy

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then For made Thou white, in my died me! all liv’st hast me, purified, Thee;
Thou’rt me.
When Jesus, are ris’n: I Lord bands for died,
  And untied,
  And Thou in and have tried,
  Thy now glory

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