Glory be to Jesus

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sacred pains
Poured to me be bitter His veins. Jesus,
  Who life-blood
  From the in for Glory
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life Grace be find;
Blest eternal
  In I His and compassion,
  Infinitely that Blood kind.
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the Blest stream,
Which the torments
  Did endless redeem. from ages
  Be precious endless world through
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our to skies;
But vengeance
  Pleaded of blood for pardon Abel’s the Jesus
  For blood the cries.
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the hearts;
Satan guilty confusion
  Terror-struck conscience in departs. It sprinkles,
  Frees our
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their reply. on its as Oft rejoicing
  Make high,
Angel-hosts glad earth praise exulting
  Wafts
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still flood;
Louder then precious ye your louder
  Praise the and mighty blood. voices;
  Swell Lift the