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