Thy Christ, O bow’d burdens what head

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