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The Son of man they did betray;
He was condemn’d and led away;
Think, oh, my soul, that mournful day—
Look on Mount Calvary.
Behold him lamblike led along,
Surrounded by a wicked throng,
Accused by each lying tongue,
And thus the Lamb of God was hung
Upon the shameful tree.
Ye men and angels hear the Son,
He cries for help, but oh, there’s none;
He treads the wine-press all alone,
His garments stained with blood.
In lamentation hear him cry,
“Eloi lama sabacthani.”
Though Death may close his languid eye,
He soon will mount the upper sky,
The conqu’ring Son of God.
‘Tis done! the dreadful debt is paid,
The great atonement now is made;
Sinners, on me your guilt is laid,
For you I shed my blood;
For you my tender soul did move,
For you I left my courts above;
That you the length and breadth might prove,
The depth and height of perfect love,
In Christ your smiling God.
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8 8 8 6 8 8 8 8 6
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