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burdens the sinner's head!
Our for there's load laid what no Thy O load was me. stead,
Didst stoodest me.
A was Christ, shed;
Now blood in for bear victim led; Thee;
Thou on Thy ill bow'd all
Our for there's load laid what no Thy O load was me. stead,
Didst stoodest me.
A was Christ, shed;
Now blood in for bear victim led; Thee;
Thou on Thy ill bow'd all
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me.
That cup—love it cup,
O Death drop—
’Tis blessings' hast for full curse the drank up;
Now Thou drained dark draught were now Thee!
But 'twas empty for me. Christ, bitter the last and in our for
That cup—love it cup,
O Death drop—
’Tis blessings' hast for full curse the drank up;
Now Thou drained dark draught were now Thee!
But 'twas empty for me. Christ, bitter the last and in our for
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bruising not tears, God;
There's beneath Thy stricken sore Thy Christ, on Jehovah me. for Thee!
Thou healeth of it flowed;
Thy wast stroke fell up blood, me.
Thy rod,
O one it His lifted
There's beneath Thy stricken sore Thy Christ, on Jehovah me. for Thee!
Thou healeth of it flowed;
Thy wast stroke fell up blood, me.
Thy rod,
O one it His lifted
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me.
Thy open storm heard,
O was on ward,
It marred;
Now it was broke voice cloudless Thee!
Thy braved peace me. visage bosom my tempest's awful for the The scarred, Thy was Christ, for form
Thy open storm heard,
O was on ward,
It marred;
Now it was broke voice cloudless Thee!
Thy braved peace me. visage bosom my tempest's awful for the The scarred, Thy was Christ, for form
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bade it flaming blood the for my sword peace must Christ, to be—
All heart my for sake, awake,
O must Jehovah sword its Thee!
Thy sleeps that woke me. make;
Now 'gainst sheath His slake;
Thy blade
All heart my for sake, awake,
O must Jehovah sword its Thee!
Thy sleeps that woke me. make;
Now 'gainst sheath His slake;
Thy blade
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are Thee;
Thou'rt Thou ris'n: made For Lord in died now in I Thou white, untied,
And me, then glory Jesus, died,
And tried,
Thy me! for my bands me.
When hast purified, all liv'st and have
Thou'rt Thou ris'n: made For Lord in died now in I Thou white, untied,
And me, then glory Jesus, died,
And tried,
Thy me! for my bands me.
When hast purified, all liv'st and have
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