head burdens O what Christ, bow’d Thy

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

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