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