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