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Jesus, the merit
Of all that Thou hast borne
Maketh me inherit
The crown that hath no thorn!
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Ah then, teach me duly
To worship at Thy cross,
Owning inly, truly,
The Love that bore our loss.
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There to sin, oh let me
From henceforth daily die;
Nor in death forget me,
Then grant me life on high.
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