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O sacred Head once wounded,
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Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious,
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O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head ,
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There is a fountain filled with blood,
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March on, march on ! sing joyfully,
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My God, I have found the thrice-blessed ground,
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Tis midnight : and on Olive's brow,
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Thou spotless Lamb of God,
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Jesus, keep me near the Cross:,
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Rede on ! ride on in majesty,
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| 136 |
Enthroned is Jesus now,
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Lo ! a fountain full and free,
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The blood has always precious been,
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| 139 |
Beneath the Cross of Jesus,
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All ye that pass by,
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The head that once was crowned with thorns,
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Nothing either great or small—,
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| 143 |
Free from the law, oh, happy condition,
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| 144 |
When God of old the way of life,
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| 145 |
Would you be free from your burden of sin ,
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| 146 |
Behold, the Easter-tide is here,
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The Lord of glory ! who is He ,
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Soft and sweet the bells are ringing,
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Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices,
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Jesus lives, and Jesus leads,
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