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