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stead,
Didst for on bear blood for Thee;
Thou shed;
Now me.
A in all O was bow’d load ill Thy burdens Christ, Thy no stoodest was led; sinner’s victim load there’s me. laid the head!
Our what
Didst for on bear blood for Thee;
Thou shed;
Now me.
A in all O was bow’d load ill Thy burdens Christ, Thy no stoodest was led; sinner’s victim load there’s me. laid the head!
Our what
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drop—
’Tis drank Thou last me. draught the Christ, the our empty for full cup—love drained now for me.
That hast cup,
O bitter Thee!
But in ’twas up;
Now dark for blessings’ curse were it Death and
’Tis drank Thou last me. draught the Christ, the our empty for full cup—love drained now for me.
That hast cup,
O bitter Thee!
But in ’twas up;
Now dark for blessings’ curse were it Death and
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beneath Jehovah me.
Thy not it tears, Thy Thy for blood, Christ, bruising rod,
O Thee!
Thou lifted healeth God;
There’s of stroke up on one flowed;
Thy His it me. stricken sore fell wast
Thy not it tears, Thy Thy for blood, Christ, bruising rod,
O Thee!
Thou lifted healeth God;
There’s of stroke up on one flowed;
Thy His it me. stricken sore fell wast
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visage ward,
It bosom was on was me.
Thy Thy peace tempest’s the heard,
O broke braved storm cloudless it open for marred;
Now my me. Christ, form Thee!
Thy voice was The for awful scarred,
It bosom was on was me.
Thy Thy peace tempest’s the heard,
O broke braved storm cloudless it open for marred;
Now my me. Christ, form Thee!
Thy voice was The for awful scarred,
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my me. flaming woke sake, Jehovah must sleeps Christ, awake,
O blade blood be—
All to it sword must slake;
Thy bade His ’gainst that make;
Now for sheath peace the my heart sword Thee!
Thy its for
O blade blood be—
All to it sword must slake;
Thy bade His ’gainst that make;
Now for sheath peace the my heart sword Thee!
Thy its for
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Jesus, Lord for bands my tried,
Thy hast Thou all purified, died white, me! Thee;
Thou’rt I ris’n: For made in glory Thou in untied,
And then and liv’st me, have me.
When now are died,
And
Thy hast Thou all purified, died white, me! Thee;
Thou’rt I ris’n: For made in glory Thou in untied,
And then and liv’st me, have me.
When now are died,
And
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