to be Glory Jesus

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