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 In the church steeple, lo! the bells are rung clear, And many people came from far and near; For what the little child had wished to do, God had fulfilled, the wounds were closed anew.

In that mountain village still they show the picture. Healed are the wounds of the crucified one, and instead Of the crown of thorns are lilies that droop o’er the dead.