Under eastern sky an

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