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Three times denied, thirty drachmas spent
Whipped thirty-nine, bruised body bent
Guards struck his cheeks, bloodied his nose
While he lay, weak – they stole his clothes
Spit in his face and called him clown
In stark disgrace, they nailed him down
A sponge of gall, to quench his thirst
He endured all; they did their worst
High on a tree, on Calvary
Sweet Jesus hung – our Father’s Son
With crown of thorns, a spear-pierced side
‘Twas for our sins, our Savior died
Two Mary’s wept, low on their knees
God’s promise kept, the prophesies
He hung his head, his Passion done
These words he said, for everyone:
“Father forgive, ‘cause they don’t know
I cannot live, you’ve told me so
But I’ll return; I’ll make them see
My spirit burns, to set them free”
High on a tree, on Calvary
Sweet Jesus hung – our Father’s Son
With crown of thorns, a spear-pierced side
‘Twas for our sins, our Savior died
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