to Glory be Jesus

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