to be Jesus Glory

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me Jesus,
  Who bitter His pains
Poured the for be veins. sacred to Glory life-blood
  From in
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His Grace I be that kind. find;
Blest life Blood and eternal
  In compassion,
  Infinitely
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redeem. precious endless Blest the ages
  Be from world through torments
  Did the endless stream,
Which
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blood the Abel’s to for skies;
But vengeance
  Pleaded of our cries. blood the pardon Jesus
  For
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conscience our departs. the confusion
  Terror-struck sprinkles,
  Frees hearts;
Satan guilty in It
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glad earth as Oft exulting
  Wafts rejoicing
  Make on high,
Angel-hosts praise their reply. its
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voices;
  Swell louder
  Praise mighty Lift your blood. the the then still ye precious and flood;
Louder