Under eastern sky an

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me! an rabble’s for cry,
A sky,
Amid die,
  For a went to me! eastern Under forth Man
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was every tread;
Cross-laden He led,
  For head,
Blood-stained for me! His Thorn-crowned His me! blessed
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of noon-tide hours heat,
  For me! for hands His rays and Pierced feet,
Three beat
Fierce me! o’er Him
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mine;
Lord, and me! grace divine
  To to me Thou all strength Thine;
Grant made wert make Thus me! wholly
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it to In bleed,
  To will thought and lead
My and though deed,
Thy soul, e’en Thee, do, O to word Thee.