Under an eastern sky

E453
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for sky,
Amid forth Under me! me! cry,
A went Man a to an eastern rabble’s die,
  For
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tread;
Cross-laden He His for every His led,
  For blessed head,
Blood-stained me! was Thorn-crowned me!
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Him me! heat,
  For His of o’er hands me! noon-tide and hours beat
Fierce Pierced rays for feet,
Three
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to grace Thine;
Grant Thou me! Thus divine
  To strength make wert and made me! me all mine;
Lord, wholly
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though do, In thought word e’en O to to Thee, deed,
Thy and it soul, and bleed,
  To will lead
My Thee.