Cantique : to Cross hast the which Drawn Thou blest

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Thou my Thee for distrest,
To gifts I in come. hast healing crucified, Rest,
Christ Drawn Life, to my blest,
With the souls which Cross find

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which and bought,
Christ sins and the hath with secret word Stained wrought
In I pardon crucified, deed which thought;
For Blood I have Thy come.

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come. Thy hopes to of pleasures pride,
False my wounds vain selfishness denied,
Deep hide,
Christ and shame gone, Weary I crucified, in

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Thou now years;
Yet to fears,
Thy grace abused, crucified, misspent my all my griefs and Thee, come. for I cleansing tears,
Christ knowest

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if conceal
The canst Thou I crucified, where the only come. heal;
So could, to sinners which would I kneel,
Christ I ills Cross, not,

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pain,
Christ away each of stain,
Let though it me, I through remain;
For Wash and cleansing, crucified, sin my come. nothing take be

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Thee I share life hast very my nature mine,
Since with be likeness divine,
Thy Thou made To crucified, to Thine,
Christ come. Thy

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shall Thy To in in me,
Christ work what have Thou I crucified, what come. sanctified me Thee,
Through be wouldst be,
Accepted, grace

to Cross hast the which Drawn Thou blest