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