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Ach Jesu, dein Sterben

[80]Anon.

Jesus, the merit

Of all that Thou hast borne

Maketh me inherit

The crown that hath no thorn!

Ah then, teach me duly

To worship at Thy cross,

Owning inly, truly,

The Love that bore our loss.

There to sin, oh let me

From henceforth daily die;

Nor in death forget me,

Then grant me life on high.