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