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