Jesus, life of my life be magnified,
Release the power of Your wound scarred hands…
amass the spoils in the harvest far and wide,
the ‘crown of Your creation’ in every land.
Your sinless shoulder embraced the tide,
of a wave of sorrows no man could bear-
suffering Savior, loves prize be undenied,
eternal treasure reaped on knees of prayer.
Let Your Princely head rise dignified,
the brow framed with a curse of thorns-
crimson glory, the Lamb crucified…
awaiting His Bride pure and adorned.
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