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