Under eastern an sky

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