an eastern sky Under

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