an sky Under eastern

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a rabble’s die,
  For me! sky,
Amid cry,
A to an Under forth for eastern me! went Man
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was blessed tread;
Cross-laden led,
  For His His head,
Blood-stained every me! for He Thorn-crowned me!
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feet,
Three hours and noon-tide me! His of hands for me! beat
Fierce o’er Him Pierced rays heat,
  For
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all wert to me make mine;
Lord, divine
  To Thus wholly Thou and me! grace me! strength Thine;
Grant made
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will lead
My Thee, and to word deed,
Thy and it O Thee. e’en thought though soul, In bleed,
  To do, to