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| BOUND upon th’ accursèd tree, | |
| Faint and bleeding, who is He? | |
| By the eyes so pale and dim, | |
| Streaming blood, and writhing limb, | |
| By the flesh with scourges torn, | 5 |
| By the crown of twisted thorn, | |
| By the side so deeply pierced, | |
| By the baffled burning thirst, | |
| By the drooping death-dew’d brow, | |
| Son of Man! ’tis Thou, ’tis Thou! | 10 |
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| Bound upon th’ accursèd tree, | |
| Dread and awful, who is He? | |
| By the sun at noon-day pale, | |
| Shivering rocks, and rending veil, | |
| By earth that trembles at His doom, | 15 |
| By yonder saints who burst their tomb, | |
| By Eden promised ere He died | |
| To the felon at His side, | |
| Lord! our suppliant knees we bow, | |
| Son of God! ’tis Thou, ’tis Thou. | 20 |
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| Bound upon th’ accursèd tree, | |
| Sad and dying, who is He? | |
| By the last and bitter cry; | |
| The ghost giv’n up in agony; | |
| By the lifeless body laid | 25 |
| In the chamber of the dead; | |
| By the mourners come to weep | |
| Where the bones of Jesus sleep; | |
| Crucified! we know Thee now, | |
| Son of Man! ’tis Thou, ’tis Thou. | 30 |
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| Bound upon th’ accursèd tree, | |
| Dread and awful, who is He? | |
| By the prayer for them that slew, | |
| “Lord! they know not what they do!” | |
| By the spoil’d and empty grave, | 35 |
| By the souls He died to save, | |
| By the conquest He hath won, | |
| By the saints before His throne, | |
| By the rainbow round His brow, | |
| Son of God! ’tis Thou, ’tis Thou! | 40 |
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