to Glory Jesus be

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the in for bitter veins. Jesus,
  Who sacred pains
Poured life-blood
  From to me Glory His be
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life be kind. that eternal
  In and compassion,
  Infinitely I His find;
Blest Grace Blood
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ages
  Be Blest endless from through the the redeem. precious torments
  Did stream,
Which world endless
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the our pardon cries. Jesus
  For of Abel’s for vengeance
  Pleaded the blood skies;
But to blood
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in conscience the guilty It sprinkles,
  Frees our hearts;
Satan confusion
  Terror-struck departs.
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praise rejoicing
  Make its earth high,
Angel-hosts Oft glad on exulting
  Wafts reply. as their
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still voices;
  Swell flood;
Louder precious and the then your the Lift mighty blood. louder
  Praise ye