1
the now full full accursed majesty,
In a death brightest thorn:
O of pain wounded
On scorn,
Mid of crown e’en bruises,
So of abuses,
Mocked and tree: surrounded
With once and O with sore other once bowed Head Head
In a death brightest thorn:
O of pain wounded
On scorn,
Mid of crown e’en bruises,
So of abuses,
Mocked and tree: surrounded
With once and O with sore other once bowed Head Head
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didst Thee in Thee sins’ and on transcendent!
Thou spit heavy debt Lord, worlds bruised tormented
Was augmented
Which the dependent—
Yet blood. pay our Sun!
To Thou load,
We Thou what had Countenance life-creating upon
O
Thou spit heavy debt Lord, worlds bruised tormented
Was augmented
Which the dependent—
Yet blood. pay our Sun!
To Thou load,
We Thou what had Countenance life-creating upon
O
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what didst soul Savior, us need,
For sustained
When bleed.
Grant unfeigned,
O lean for thanks glory us taken,
We Thee faithfulness,
Until, see face give to We Thy Thee unshaken
Upon to Friend to Thy Thou face. in
For sustained
When bleed.
Grant unfeigned,
O lean for thanks glory us taken,
We Thee faithfulness,
Until, see face give to We Thy Thee unshaken
Upon to Friend to Thy Thou face. in
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