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now other full of sore scorn,
Mid full wounded
On the pain once with bruises,
So e’en a once Head crown brightest of and tree: O Head thorn:
O surrounded
With abuses,
Mocked of accursed majesty,
In death bowed and
Mid full wounded
On the pain once with bruises,
So e’en a once Head crown brightest of and tree: O Head thorn:
O surrounded
With abuses,
Mocked of accursed majesty,
In death bowed and
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heavy transcendent!
Thou debt Thou worlds Countenance Lord, in spit upon
O sins’ what didst Thee had augmented
Which our on pay load,
We life-creating Thee tormented
Was Sun!
To the Thou dependent—
Yet blood. bruised and
Thou debt Thou worlds Countenance Lord, in spit upon
O sins’ what didst Thee had augmented
Which our on pay load,
We life-creating Thee tormented
Was Sun!
To the Thou dependent—
Yet blood. bruised and
3
We Thou Friend face what to see to need,
For didst taken,
We Thee to for us Thy unfeigned,
O thanks Thy face. bleed.
Grant unshaken
Upon faithfulness,
Until, us in glory sustained
When soul Thee Savior, give lean
For didst taken,
We Thee to for us Thy unfeigned,
O thanks Thy face. bleed.
Grant unshaken
Upon faithfulness,
Until, us in glory sustained
When soul Thee Savior, give lean
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