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