129. Crucified

  1. They nailed my Lord upon the tree

    And left Him, dying, there.

    Through love He suffered there for me;

    'Twas love beyond compare.

    Crucified! Crucified!

    And nailed upon the tree!

    With piercéd hands and feet and side!

    For you! For me!

  2. Upon his head a crown of thorns,

    Upon his heart my shame;

    For me He prayed, for me He died,

    And, dying, spoke my name.

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