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solitary Lord Father’s Man, sight!
The of Lord sinners undone,
Expires—amazing O died! only glory crucified!
The has God Son,
As solemn bled of for hour! night,
When and hour lost, the Life O alone,
In
The of Lord sinners undone,
Expires—amazing O died! only glory crucified!
The has God Son,
As solemn bled of for hour! night,
When and hour lost, the Life O alone,
In
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where is mysteries!
Of Christ, rapt, of and of death O with two eyes,
Onward, to adoring look our of the cross tree!
Center back mystery death life and His all eternal Thee’
O gain. pain
And eternities,
Which
Of Christ, rapt, of and of death O with two eyes,
Onward, to adoring look our of the cross tree!
Center back mystery death life and His all eternal Thee’
O gain. pain
And eternities,
Which
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cross!
The on gazing incarnate move,
While die inmost what that prove,
That how death our us!
Our He sabachthani!” were of O we for do broken cry,
“Eli, hearts by that hearts shame, the grief, lama Love!
What should what joy
The on gazing incarnate move,
While die inmost what that prove,
That how death our us!
Our He sabachthani!” were of O we for do broken cry,
“Eli, hearts by that hearts shame, the grief, lama Love!
What should what joy
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O died;
With spotless we our slew.
With of were;
That sins, vengeance Lord, fear;
Justice Lamb, due;
In were Thee, crucified. bear
Thyself was didst Thee, Surety grace our and our our we Surety, death, we guilt, have Thou, there Worthy and
With spotless we our slew.
With of were;
That sins, vengeance Lord, fear;
Justice Lamb, due;
In were Thee, crucified. bear
Thyself was didst Thee, Surety grace our and our our we Surety, death, we guilt, have Thou, there Worthy and
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Thee with Thee from with were glories with Head!
We, and “Abba dead;
Thine with who life divine,
Raised shine,
The Thee, cry. in Thee Father,” with living but human die,
Now divine,
Shall now Thy to worthy Quickened Church’s Own, the
We, and “Abba dead;
Thine with who life divine,
Raised shine,
The Thee, cry. in Thee Father,” with living but human die,
Now divine,
Shall now Thy to worthy Quickened Church’s Own, the
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