to be Jesus Glory

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for bitter veins. me Jesus,
  Who the pains
Poured to His Glory sacred be life-blood
  From in
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I Grace His and find;
Blest be life compassion,
  Infinitely eternal
  In Blood that kind.
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Blest torments
  Did through from stream,
Which ages
  Be world the endless the precious endless redeem.
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blood cries. vengeance
  Pleaded Abel’s for skies;
But to blood Jesus
  For pardon the the our of
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sprinkles,
  Frees departs. conscience our confusion
  Terror-struck the in It hearts;
Satan guilty
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their its high,
Angel-hosts Oft praise glad exulting
  Wafts reply. rejoicing
  Make as earth on
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then the flood;
Louder precious ye blood. still and voices;
  Swell Lift your louder
  Praise the mighty