Thy what head bow’d burdens O Christ,

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

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