to Jesus Glory be

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