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| BOUND upon the accurséd 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-dewed brow: | |
| Son of Man, ’t is thou! ’t is thou! | 10 |
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| Bound upon the accurséd tree, | |
| Dread and awful, who is he? | |
| By the sun at noonday 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, ’t is thou! ’t is thou! | 20 |
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| Bound upon the accurséd tree, | |
| Sad and dying, who is he? | |
| By the last and bitter cry; | |
| The ghost given 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, ’t is thou! ’t is thou! | 30 |
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| Bound upon the accurséd tree, | |
| Dread and awful, who is he? | |
| By the prayer for them that slew,— | |
| “Lord, they know not what they do!” | |
| By the spoiled 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, ’t is thou! ’t is thou! | 40 |
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