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No one took Your Life, Lord, You freely laid it down;

and, when laid down, It fully---wholly---crushed

the vault of my death, and entirely, utterly hushed

sin's accusation against me---that I might wear the crown

of Life Redeemed; to live with You in Your eternity

(no longer to be trammeled by innate perfidy),

to rejoice forever in the privilege of Salvation,

which is now and shall be my soul's chiefest exultation.

J-Called

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