eastern sky Under an

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