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Gracious Lord, Your glory leaving,
You a lowly man became;
For me, bitter cross You tasted,
Bearing all my sins and shame.
You a lowly man became;
For me, bitter cross You tasted,
Bearing all my sins and shame.
Grace, as ocean deep,
I can ne'er repay;
I would offer all my love, Lord;
Yours it is for aye.
I can ne'er repay;
I would offer all my love, Lord;
Yours it is for aye.
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