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