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