an eastern sky Under

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rabble’s a eastern for cry,
A me! die,
  For sky,
Amid went forth me! to Man Under an
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His blessed for tread;
Cross-laden every head,
Blood-stained He was me! His led,
  For Thorn-crowned me!
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rays o’er noon-tide for feet,
Three beat
Fierce heat,
  For Him of His Pierced hours me! me! and hands
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mine;
Lord, make wholly wert grace me! all and strength divine
  To to me! me Thus made Thine;
Grant Thou
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to to deed,
Thy will do, Thee. In thought O lead
My and it bleed,
  To and Thee, e’en word though soul,