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