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Rh Thirty years among us dwelling, &emsp;His appointed time fulfill'd, Born for this, He meets his Passion, &emsp;For that this He freely will'd: On the Cross the is lifted, &emsp;Where His life-blood shall be spilled.

He endured the nails, the spitting, &emsp;Vinegar, and spear, and reed; From that Holy Body broken &emsp;Blood and water forth proceed: Earth, and stars, and sky, and ocean, &emsp;By that flood from stain are freed.

Faithful Cross! above all other, &emsp;One and only noble tree! None in foliage, none in blossom, &emsp;None in fruit thy peers may be: Sweetest Wood, and sweetest Iron! &emsp;Sweetest Weight is hung on thee.

Bend thy boughs, O Tree of Glory! &emsp;Thy relaxing sinews bend; For awhile the ancient rigour, &emsp;That thy birth bestowed, suspend; And the King of Heavenly Beauty &emsp;On thy bosom gently tend!