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