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GOOD FRIDAY
Why is it good? This ever-mournful day
That saw the Saviour walk his deathward way,
The cruel cross upon his shoulders bound,
The robe to mock, the thorny crown to wound.
That saw the Saviour walk his deathward way,
The cruel cross upon his shoulders bound,
The robe to mock, the thorny crown to wound.
Was it not good, a guerdon past belief,
His loving message to the dying thief,
The pardon which the Heaven's high Majesty
Sealed to this wreckage of Humanity?
His loving message to the dying thief,
The pardon which the Heaven's high Majesty
Sealed to this wreckage of Humanity?
Methinks the anguish of that hour was paid
When the low wretch his supplication made,
And the meek King, divinely fair and wise,
Returned it with the gift of Paradise.
When the low wretch his supplication made,
And the meek King, divinely fair and wise,
Returned it with the gift of Paradise.
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