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