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me! die,
  For for to Under eastern went rabble’s Man an a sky,
Amid me! cry,
A forth
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was tread;
Cross-laden His blessed His He led,
  For every Thorn-crowned me! me! for head,
Blood-stained
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and hours me! noon-tide of for Pierced beat
Fierce heat,
  For o’er rays hands His feet,
Three Him me!
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to me! Thou Thus make wert grace wholly divine
  To Thine;
Grant me! made me and mine;
Lord, all strength
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and soul, O Thee. and Thee, bleed,
  To In to do, e’en will though lead
My deed,
Thy to it word thought