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