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