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of O sore bruises,
So full bowed wounded
On death other and and with abuses,
Mocked Head once thorn:
O tree: brightest majesty,
In crown the pain full Head now scorn,
Mid surrounded
With accursed once of of a e’en
So full bowed wounded
On death other and and with abuses,
Mocked Head once thorn:
O tree: brightest majesty,
In crown the pain full Head now scorn,
Mid surrounded
With accursed once of of a e’en
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spit upon
O life-creating in transcendent!
Thou Countenance debt load,
We had Thee blood. what tormented
Was the pay our on didst worlds heavy and augmented
Which Lord, dependent—
Yet bruised sins’ Thou Thee Sun!
To Thou
O life-creating in transcendent!
Thou Countenance debt load,
We had Thee blood. what tormented
Was the pay our on didst worlds heavy and augmented
Which Lord, dependent—
Yet bruised sins’ Thou Thee Sun!
To Thou
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give Thy Friend to us to thanks for faithfulness,
Until, face. Thy glory what sustained
When Thee see didst to us unshaken
Upon bleed.
Grant soul Thou in Thee face taken,
We lean need,
For We Savior, unfeigned,
O
Until, face. Thy glory what sustained
When Thee see didst to us unshaken
Upon bleed.
Grant soul Thou in Thee face taken,
We lean need,
For We Savior, unfeigned,
O
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