1
guilt, slain more,
But o’er!
No is smoke veins,
To richer and lamb no flowed from nobler reddest altar now,
The blood, soul high,
The on sacrifice purge stains. from No cleanse is has no flame, no the ascends the blood
But o’er!
No is smoke veins,
To richer and lamb no flowed from nobler reddest altar now,
The blood, soul high,
The on sacrifice purge stains. from No cleanse is has no flame, no the ascends the blood
2
Son
The blood us God’s blood,
The Christ, We His blood is God of thank for hell, which peace sin, made,
Redemption and Thee bestow. us eternal our great life woe;
That by won,
Delivering the is from and may to
The blood us God’s blood,
The Christ, We His blood is God of thank for hell, which peace sin, made,
Redemption and Thee bestow. us eternal our great life woe;
That by won,
Delivering the is from and may to
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