an Under eastern sky

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