Under an eastern sky

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sky,
Amid Under to a die,
  For Man went me! an rabble’s forth eastern for me! cry,
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every blessed was Thorn-crowned tread;
Cross-laden His His led,
  For for me! head,
Blood-stained He me!
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hours and His me! for rays noon-tide heat,
  For me! of Pierced o’er hands beat
Fierce Him feet,
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and wholly me! wert me make to made mine;
Lord, divine
  To Thus strength Thine;
Grant grace Thou me! all
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O and lead
My deed,
Thy to will word and bleed,
  To though it thought Thee. to Thee, e’en do, In soul,