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OF THE GOOD FRIDAY
That God the son
of whose songs
and name we
chant and sing today
was arraigned and
drained of strength
But continued in
bearing our sins
Not even the fall
that found His knees on
the ground could stop Him.
Tho with thorns
and with whips
and with lance
was torn and
beaten and
smitten
Heeded and
Headed His way
to Golgotha
The scorns
and scourges
and spears that
dashed His blood
were His pain
tho our gain for
He counted not
our sins.
Look unto Him
as He hangs
on the cross
With hands
outstretched
our laden
and burden
Unstressed
and in love
from above
He bestows
and stores
in us His mercy.
© Asa Cl
of whose songs
and name we
chant and sing today
was arraigned and
drained of strength
But continued in
bearing our sins
Not even the fall
that found His knees on
the ground could stop Him.
Tho with thorns
and with whips
and with lance
was torn and
beaten and
smitten
Heeded and
Headed His way
to Golgotha
The scorns
and scourges
and spears that
dashed His blood
were His pain
tho our gain for
He counted not
our sins.
Look unto Him
as He hangs
on the cross
With hands
outstretched
our laden
and burden
Unstressed
and in love
from above
He bestows
and stores
in us His mercy.
© Asa Cl
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