Now from the garden to the cross,
Let us attend the Lamb of God;
Be all things else accounted dross,
Compar’d with sin-atoning blood.

Nail’d naked to th’accursed wood;
Expos’d to earth, and heav’n above,
A spectacle of wounds and blood;
A prodigy of injur’d love.

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