an sky Under eastern

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