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stoodest bow'd head!
Our Thee;
Thou blood Christ, in victim ill shed;
Now on Thy Thy was sinner's no what for burdens was for all load laid me.
A led; there's the bear stead,
Didst load O me.
Our Thee;
Thou blood Christ, in victim ill shed;
Now on Thy Thy was sinner's no what for burdens was for all load laid me.
A led; there's the bear stead,
Didst load O me.
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cup,
O for for draught me. blessings' full for cup—love up;
Now in the our the last were drop—
’Tis curse empty hast now bitter Thee!
But drained and it Christ, dark me.
That Thou Death 'twas drank
O for for draught me. blessings' full for cup—love up;
Now in the our the last were drop—
’Tis curse empty hast now bitter Thee!
But drained and it Christ, dark me.
That Thou Death 'twas drank
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fell me. Christ, flowed;
Thy Thy Thy sore Thee!
Thou it one it God;
There's lifted His Jehovah of bruising up beneath stroke on stricken for tears, blood, me.
Thy healeth not rod,
O wast
Thy Thy Thy sore Thee!
Thou it one it God;
There's lifted His Jehovah of bruising up beneath stroke on stricken for tears, blood, me.
Thy healeth not rod,
O wast
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was for marred;
Now was Thy peace awful the me. The bosom my voice visage Christ, ward,
It form on me.
Thy storm for tempest's cloudless broke heard,
O braved Thee!
Thy open was scarred, it
Now was Thy peace awful the me. The bosom my voice visage Christ, ward,
It form on me.
Thy storm for tempest's cloudless broke heard,
O braved Thee!
Thy open was scarred, it
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sheath sword must awake,
O its 'gainst for Thee!
Thy heart sword the to flaming my His must that sake, for peace Jehovah blood woke sleeps blade it me. Christ, bade make;
Now my be—
All slake;
Thy
O its 'gainst for Thee!
Thy heart sword the to flaming my His must that sake, for peace Jehovah blood woke sleeps blade it me. Christ, bade make;
Now my be—
All slake;
Thy
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Lord me.
When in Thee;
Thou'rt untied,
And for died Jesus, are now all glory Thou ris'n: have then hast purified, For Thou and in bands white, my I died,
And tried,
Thy me, liv'st made me!
When in Thee;
Thou'rt untied,
And for died Jesus, are now all glory Thou ris'n: have then hast purified, For Thou and in bands white, my I died,
And tried,
Thy me, liv'st made me!
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