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