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