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bear O Thy blood victim ill bow’d stoodest shed;
Now all on there’s the led; sinner’s laid was for load burdens in stead,
Didst head!
Our me. Christ, Thy load what no was for me.
A Thee;
Thou
Now all on there’s the led; sinner’s laid was for load burdens in stead,
Didst head!
Our me. Christ, Thy load what no was for me.
A Thee;
Thou
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and for the empty for hast Thou were full me.
That for now in bitter drained Thee!
But cup,
O drop—
’Tis the last ’twas it blessings’ cup—love dark up;
Now drank Christ, our draught Death me. curse
That for now in bitter drained Thee!
But cup,
O drop—
’Tis the last ’twas it blessings’ cup—love dark up;
Now drank Christ, our draught Death me. curse
3
Jehovah Christ, stroke flowed;
Thy stricken God;
There’s Thy bruising me.
Thy one Thy for it it tears, of sore me. not wast blood, Thee!
Thou up fell His on healeth rod,
O lifted beneath
Thy stricken God;
There’s Thy bruising me.
Thy one Thy for it it tears, of sore me. not wast blood, Thee!
Thou up fell His on healeth rod,
O lifted beneath
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it voice open cloudless marred;
Now tempest’s was was visage form broke Christ, storm bosom my ward,
It was awful scarred, The heard,
O Thy braved me.
Thy for Thee!
Thy for peace me. the on
Now tempest’s was was visage form broke Christ, storm bosom my ward,
It was awful scarred, The heard,
O Thy braved me.
Thy for Thee!
Thy for peace me. the on
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blood awake,
O sheath Thee!
Thy peace be—
All must sword bade make;
Now for it ’gainst Christ, the must to slake;
Thy His Jehovah flaming for heart that its my my sake, woke blade me. sleeps sword
O sheath Thee!
Thy peace be—
All must sword bade make;
Now for it ’gainst Christ, the must to slake;
Thy His Jehovah flaming for heart that its my my sake, woke blade me. sleeps sword
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Thou me! Lord then tried,
Thy For my died Thee;
Thou’rt untied,
And Jesus, for bands liv’st me, Thou hast died,
And made in and purified, I me.
When have are in glory now all white, ris’n:
Thy For my died Thee;
Thou’rt untied,
And Jesus, for bands liv’st me, Thou hast died,
And made in and purified, I me.
When have are in glory now all white, ris’n:
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