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 and duty ye did owe to me? They bound me like a common thief, my back and sides with scourges dang, They plait and put upon my head. a crown of thorns sharp and lang, My sight grew dim, my head down hang, I lost my life most painfully, But where is all your thankfulness, and duty that ye owe to me? And then they led me to the cross and nail’d me fast both feet and hands Full oft they spat upon my face. a spear out thro’ my side they ran. The blood and water then out sprang, ran down my sides most piteously; But now no part ye have therein, this you may dread when thou’rt to die. You have embraced more joyfulness in one hour’s pleasure of your sin, Than all the love you had to me since I put life your breast within. My precious blood full fast did run, out thro’ my side abundantly; Yet you no part you have therein, this makes you dread when you shall die.