to Jesus be Glory

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in Jesus,
  Who sacred me His pains
Poured be to life-blood
  From the Glory veins. bitter for
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eternal
  In I be Blood find;
Blest life compassion,
  Infinitely that His and Grace kind.
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world endless torments
  Did precious redeem. ages
  Be endless stream,
Which Blest the through from the
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skies;
But cries. for the the vengeance
  Pleaded blood Abel’s of Jesus
  For our to pardon blood
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conscience It hearts;
Satan departs. guilty our in sprinkles,
  Frees the confusion
  Terror-struck
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exulting
  Wafts glad praise on earth reply. as high,
Angel-hosts Oft their its rejoicing
  Make
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and ye flood;
Louder Lift still then blood. precious the voices;
  Swell your louder
  Praise mighty the