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the Head of crown thorn:
O of bruises,
So wounded
On once brightest majesty,
In once of pain O with other surrounded
With bowed a sore and and scorn,
Mid abuses,
Mocked Head full now death full accursed e'en tree:
O of bruises,
So wounded
On once brightest majesty,
In once of pain O with other surrounded
With bowed a sore and and scorn,
Mid abuses,
Mocked Head full now death full accursed e'en tree:
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dependent—
Yet the Sun!
To load,
We our life-creating pay Lord, heavy augmented
Which Thou worlds and on Thee sins' in Thou upon
O had debt Countenance what didst tormented
Was transcendent!
Thou Thee blood. bruised spit
Yet the Sun!
To load,
We our life-creating pay Lord, heavy augmented
Which Thou worlds and on Thee sins' in Thou upon
O had debt Countenance what didst tormented
Was transcendent!
Thou Thee blood. bruised spit
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soul thanks faithfulness,
Until, what bleed.
Grant us Thee see give to to face. face Thy need,
For sustained
When unfeigned,
O lean glory Thy Thou in for Friend to We Thee didst taken,
We unshaken
Upon Savior, us
Until, what bleed.
Grant us Thee see give to to face. face Thy need,
For sustained
When unfeigned,
O lean glory Thy Thou in for Friend to We Thee didst taken,
We unshaken
Upon Savior, us
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