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 There with spitting and with shame Ill for good they render, Marring of That Face which gives Heaven eternal splendour.

"Crucify Him!" for His Love Is their bitter payment, When they lead Him forth at Tierce Clad in purple raiment: And a crown of woven thorns On His Head He weareth: And the Cross to Calvary On His Shoulder beareth.

He upon that Cross at Sexts For man's sake was mounted; By the passers by reviled, With transgressors counted: Mocking, vinegar and gall To His thirst they proffer: To the of  Such the taunt they offer.

At the Hour of Nones the strife, Long and sharp, was ended: Gently to His Hands He His Soul commended;