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Sing
Bethlehem! Sing Bethlehem!
You daughters of Jerusalem!
Keep sorrow for Gethsemani,
And mourning for Mount Calvary!
You daughters of Jerusalem!
Keep sorrow for Gethsemani,
And mourning for Mount Calvary!
Why are your lids and lashes wet?
Here is no darkling Olivet.
Sing Bethlehem! Sing Bethlehem!
You daughters of Jerusalem!
Here is no darkling Olivet.
Sing Bethlehem! Sing Bethlehem!
You daughters of Jerusalem!
How should we sing of Bethlehem,
We, daughters of Jerusalem?
We are the people of the Jews:
Our balms would soothe Him not, but bruise.
We, daughters of Jerusalem?
We are the people of the Jews:
Our balms would soothe Him not, but bruise.
Ah, Calvary! ah, Calvary!
We wretched women cry to thee:
We, daughters of Jerusalem;
And enemies of Bethlehem.
We wretched women cry to thee:
We, daughters of Jerusalem;
And enemies of Bethlehem.
With faces cast upon the dust,
We weep those things, which do we must:
Our tears embitter Calvary,
And water thee, Gethsemani!
We weep those things, which do we must:
Our tears embitter Calvary,
And water thee, Gethsemani!
Nay, Bethlehem! Sing Bethlehem!
Poor daughters of Jerusalem!
You know not, what you do: but He
Will pardon you on Calvary.
Poor daughters of Jerusalem!
You know not, what you do: but He
Will pardon you on Calvary.
1888.
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