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OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST |
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2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinner's gain: Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain: Lo, here I fall, my Saviour!
'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. |
3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken,
I thus with safety hide: My Lord of life, desiring
Thy glory now to see, Beside the cross expiring,
I'd breathe my soul to Thee. |
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