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