Glory be to Jesus

E115 T115
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bitter for in the Glory to life-blood
  From sacred His Jesus,
  Who pains
Poured be me veins.
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be life Grace find;
Blest Blood His and that eternal
  In I compassion,
  Infinitely kind.
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ages
  Be endless the endless world redeem. stream,
Which precious Blest from the through torments
  Did
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Abel’s cries. of blood skies;
But for to pardon the our the blood Jesus
  For vengeance
  Pleaded
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It sprinkles,
  Frees confusion
  Terror-struck in departs. conscience guilty hearts;
Satan the our
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high,
Angel-hosts exulting
  Wafts their rejoicing
  Make Oft as glad its reply. praise on earth
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blood. the mighty flood;
Louder louder
  Praise the Lift precious your ye and still then voices;
  Swell