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