sky Under an eastern

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