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