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Blessed is this day, forever and ever, For He has surely risen. He carried the old Cross to Calvary. They tried to, him, imprison. Oh, the nails in His blessed, Glorious, hands and side; A crown of plaited thorns Upon His head. They did deride. They gave Thee vinegar, Lord, Which was riddled therein with sin; Never caring or thinking, dear Jesus How You must have felt within ... Carrying the old Cross up the hill, Thirsty and in pain, without a doubt. Thirty pieces of silver and old Satan Was what they were about. Lord, I know You were about Thy Father's business, To hang upon a tree, To make everlasting salvation real For ones just like me. They said, "Let Him be crucified." In a scarlet robe they dressed Thee, Not knowing You'd rise And come back to set us free. Blessed Jesus, I'm so sorry For all the pain You had to bear; Not just physical, but all the heart of Thee, When hanging there ... When the Father had to look away, Because He cannot look on sin. And, my Lord, in Your willingness, You bore all the sin that's ever been. When You said,"IT IS FINISHED," When the Father had to turn His head, They cast their lots with Thy garments, Lord, after Thou were dead. And, behold, the veil of the Temple was rent in twain. It was Thee they tried to use. But, over Thy head was written, "THIS IS JESUS, KING OF THE JEWS." |
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