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FABER'S HYMNS. |
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Beneath the thorny crown
The crimson fountain speeds: See how it trickles down, — He bleeds, My Saviour bleeds! Bleeds !
Bearing the fatal wood
His band of saints He leads, Marking the way with Blood ; He bleeds, My Saviour bleeds ! Bleeds !
On Calvary His shame
With Blood still intercedes; His open Wounds proclaim — He bleeds, My Saviour bleeds! Bleeds!
He hangs upon the tree,
Hangs there for my misdeeds; He sheds His Blood for me; He bleeds, My Saviour bleeds! Bleeds!
Ah me ! His Soul is fled;
Yet still for my great needs He bleeds when He is dead; |
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