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