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Good Friday Beloved Lord, this day You died for me This day You trod alone to Calvary Where are Your friends you had not long ago? That strewed Your path with palms Where'ere You'd go? They all have left You here alone to face The jealous mob You called your chosen race They mocked, and bound, and scourged You They said "Oh, hail Great Jew!" They pushed, and jeered, and hurt You If only Lord they knew. That love had made You do this That mercy could endure That being poor, you could be rich And being rich, be poor. And so today, that very day When blood oozed out That side God took the key, unlocked the gate And Heaven opened wide. |
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