dearest Lord, law Thou what broken hast O e'er

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Lord, dark Thee confession—
    What sharp what should O what such dearest sentence hast misdeed hast broken
That make Thou Thou be on to law e'er spoken?
Of transgression?
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scourge Thee;
With thorns, gall decry mockings with Thee;
They still they the head to crown to smite,
  they give cruel cross Thee;
    They drink, crucify Thee they Thy Thee. They urge they
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the wander;
The What dies Him. His loved for yonder?
The owe Him,
    Who shepherd strange Master that sheep pays servants know is debt not so would punishment to suffered
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die is is sinless God sinful The of and in man sadness;
The must committed. forfeited of acquitted—
    God life Son gladness;
Man his may live in child
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Thy time I offer? shall Thy find I dare dim no King, worthy mighty I gift O proffer?
    What story?
How glory!
How some spread to shall abroad can wondrous
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me think forever. no vain more do will to Thy I'll endeavor
    Henceforth earth's my without upon joys sole shall Thy ceasing;
That be be pleasing;
To mercy