The son of man they did betray;
He was condemn’d and led away,
Think, O my soul on that dread day,
Look on Mount Calvary;
Behold him, lamb-like led along,
Surrounded by a wicked throng,
Accused by each lying tongue,
And thus the Lamb of God they hung
Upon the shameful tree.

All glory be to God on high,
Who reigns enthron’d above the sky;
Who sent his son to bleed and die;
Glory to him be giv’n:
While heav’n above his praise resounds,
O Zion sing his grace abounds;
I hope to shout eternal rounds,
In flaming love that knows no bounds,
When glorified in heav’n.

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