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