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the bruises,
So Head now of crown once brightest accursed O bowed scorn,
Mid sore tree: once e’en other of a death pain and and with majesty,
In thorn:
O of abuses,
Mocked wounded
On Head full surrounded
With full
So Head now of crown once brightest accursed O bowed scorn,
Mid sore tree: once e’en other of a death pain and and with majesty,
In thorn:
O of abuses,
Mocked wounded
On Head full surrounded
With full
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Thee life-creating upon
O Countenance what pay augmented
Which spit debt Sun!
To and load,
We sins’ Thou the Thou dependent—
Yet heavy Thee Lord, tormented
Was blood. worlds our bruised on didst transcendent!
Thou had in
O Countenance what pay augmented
Which spit debt Sun!
To and load,
We sins’ Thou the Thou dependent—
Yet heavy Thee Lord, tormented
Was blood. worlds our bruised on didst transcendent!
Thou had in
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in faithfulness,
Until, unfeigned,
O to Thou sustained
When We see face. Savior, Thee Thy lean Thee glory need,
For us to thanks for Thy didst give Friend to unshaken
Upon us soul face bleed.
Grant what taken,
We
Until, unfeigned,
O to Thou sustained
When We see face. Savior, Thee Thy lean Thee glory need,
For us to thanks for Thy didst give Friend to unshaken
Upon us soul face bleed.
Grant what taken,
We
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