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O Beloved, O Beloved,
Nailed unto the Cross for me.
O what sin hast Thou committed?
Thou Who calleth all to be.
O Beloved, wish that I could,
Spend the rest of life with Thee,
Worshipping Thine holy Passion,
Crucifying the flesh for Thee.
Daughter of Zion behold me,
Stricken and smitten for thee.
Friend and kin, me have forsaken,
There is none to comfort me.
All alone I’ll tread the winepress,
All alone I’ll drink the cup,
Shedding my Blood for thee to ransom,
And my Flesh for thee to sup.
I was bound, and I was smitten,
And they did spit in my face.
I was stripped, and I was scoured,
I was condemned in your place.
Your sins became my crown of thorns,
O that you would understand,
Every time you sin a new,
It’s one more nail in My hand.
Like a lamb brought to the slaughter,
Like a dumb sheep to be sheered.
King, Creator, Lord and Master,
By His creatures, mocked and jeered.
Despised, rejected, with grief acquainted,
And of men was not esteemed.
Bruised, and wounded, sore afflicted,
Yet with His stripes we were healed.
Lord create in us a fountain,
That with tears will ever flow.
And a heart contrite and broken,
And the Spirit within renew.
O that we could shed the tears,
Over Thy feet pierced and bruised.
O that we could always remember,
For our sins Thou wert abused.