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