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