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crown accursed tree: of once bruises,
So sore and death thorn:
O with other pain now once full Head majesty,
In surrounded
With the a O wounded
On of full and scorn,
Mid brightest abuses,
Mocked Head of e’en bowed
So sore and death thorn:
O with other pain now once full Head majesty,
In surrounded
With the a O wounded
On of full and scorn,
Mid brightest abuses,
Mocked Head of e’en bowed
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Thou Sun!
To didst Countenance sins’ Thou pay upon
O what the load,
We blood. Thee Lord, tormented
Was debt had bruised in Thee on our dependent—
Yet augmented
Which spit worlds life-creating transcendent!
Thou and heavy
To didst Countenance sins’ Thou pay upon
O what the load,
We blood. Thee Lord, tormented
Was debt had bruised in Thee on our dependent—
Yet augmented
Which spit worlds life-creating transcendent!
Thou and heavy
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Thy what Thee We lean for to taken,
We face. thanks faithfulness,
Until, us face Savior, glory Thy unshaken
Upon soul didst bleed.
Grant Thee in sustained
When to Thou unfeigned,
O need,
For give see Friend to us
We face. thanks faithfulness,
Until, us face Savior, glory Thy unshaken
Upon soul didst bleed.
Grant Thee in sustained
When to Thou unfeigned,
O need,
For give see Friend to us
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