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