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 And pressed them down fill both his temples bled.

In pain and agony the Lord he stood

Until his face was all besmeared with blood,

They took a reed and smote him with disgrace,

The Lamb of God did meekly hold his peace,

Then Piiate and the Jews they had agreed,

That Christ should die and Barabbas be freed,

They cried aloud the Lord to crucify,

And let his blood on them forever lie.

When Jesus was delivered to the Jews,

His sorrows grief and tortures still renews,

Upon his bloody back a cross they laid,

That tore the flesh from off his shoulder blade,

The purple garment that he humbly wore,

They tore it off renewing every sore,

His hands and feet they bor’d with Iron pins,

All his the Lord did suffer for our sins.

When on the cross the Lord did hang with pain,

This cruel mob did imprecate amain,

The sun and moon did hide for fear, to see

A dying Jesus hang upon a tree

From pole to pole a darkness overspread,

The graves flew open and threw up their dead,

The rocks did split, the temple rent to twain,

When the Holy Lamb of God was slain.

Behold a tyrant with a bloody spear

Did pierce the side of our Savior dear,

His body dead just from his sacred side,

Came blood and water flowing like a tide.

The mother of Christ in sorrow did appear,

What mortal with her could not shed one tear

And weep for Jesus martyred by his foes,

Laid on her knees Ob there for to repose.

When our Saviour yielded up his breath,

He conquered hell, likewise the grave and death,

Pray then to be with Christ in heaven above,

Where nothing is but glory, peace and love.

PRICE ONE PENNY.

John Muir, Printer, Glasgow.