Jesus be to Glory

E115 T115
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Jesus,
  Who in the me His veins. sacred to pains
Poured be life-blood
  From for bitter Glory
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I find;
Blest Grace compassion,
  Infinitely be Blood that kind. His eternal
  In life and
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world endless torments
  Did from stream,
Which the endless Blest the through redeem. precious ages
  Be
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blood pardon Abel's blood the vengeance
  Pleaded skies;
But cries. to for of the our Jesus
  For
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in It the sprinkles,
  Frees hearts;
Satan guilty our conscience confusion
  Terror-struck departs.
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high,
Angel-hosts their on as Oft exulting
  Wafts rejoicing
  Make its praise reply. glad earth
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precious louder
  Praise still and mighty the flood;
Louder Lift ye the voices;
  Swell then your blood.