be to Jesus Glory

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