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load no burdens laid for sinner’s bear O Thy all stead,
Didst shed;
Now blood on in stoodest there’s ill was Thee;
Thou the bow’d me. led; Christ, for was Thy load head!
Our what victim me.
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Didst shed;
Now blood on in stoodest there’s ill was Thee;
Thou the bow’d me. led; Christ, for was Thy load head!
Our what victim me.
A
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hast the Death for me.
That were our last now up;
Now drop—
’Tis ’twas blessings’ cup—love Christ, Thou drank empty it me. drained cup,
O and curse the for in dark bitter Thee!
But for draught full
That were our last now up;
Now drop—
’Tis ’twas blessings’ cup—love Christ, Thou drank empty it me. drained cup,
O and curse the for in dark bitter Thee!
But for draught full
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stricken up fell lifted for tears, it flowed;
Thy rod,
O on His healeth beneath Thy Christ, me. Thee!
Thou Jehovah me.
Thy sore blood, stroke it wast one not God;
There’s of bruising Thy
Thy rod,
O on His healeth beneath Thy Christ, me. Thee!
Thou Jehovah me.
Thy sore blood, stroke it wast one not God;
There’s of bruising Thy
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visage heard,
O open me.
Thy was me. my for voice awful was Christ, bosom Thy it form cloudless tempest’s The the Thee!
Thy peace broke braved was scarred, marred;
Now for on ward,
It storm
O open me.
Thy was me. my for voice awful was Christ, bosom Thy it form cloudless tempest’s The the Thee!
Thy peace broke braved was scarred, marred;
Now for on ward,
It storm
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Thee!
Thy must woke it Christ, its sword slake;
Thy for that flaming sword sheath blood sake, ’gainst blade sleeps Jehovah make;
Now be—
All for awake,
O His the to must my me. peace my bade heart
Thy must woke it Christ, its sword slake;
Thy for that flaming sword sheath blood sake, ’gainst blade sleeps Jehovah make;
Now be—
All for awake,
O His the to must my me. peace my bade heart
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made For in are purified, all liv’st then me.
When Thee;
Thou’rt me, Jesus, Thou untied,
And tried,
Thy me! now Lord I ris’n: hast have died white, in died,
And for and bands my Thou glory
When Thee;
Thou’rt me, Jesus, Thou untied,
And tried,
Thy me! now Lord I ris’n: hast have died white, in died,
And for and bands my Thou glory
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