Glory be Jesus to

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