Taken from the Garden
With sword and club and cheers
Sent before three false trials
Amidst the women's tears
Back and forth they sent him
None willing to send to jail
Pilate tried to set him free
Amidst the women's wails
A Roman scourge, a Roman cross
Three blacksmith's iron nails
That pierced the Son of God's pure flesh
Amidst the women's wails
Back and forth between two men
The insults and the jeers
Christ was raised up on that tree
amidst the women's tears
Six short hours suspended
Hung there by those nails
Then he cried, "It's done!"
Amidst the women's wails
He gave up mortal with a sigh
His side was pierced with spear
The water and the blood ran down
Amidst the women's tears
They buried Him in a tomb
Wrapped in linens, aloes bales
The stone was rolled into place
Amidst the women's wails
Come first day's dawn arising
An empty tomb was found
He is risen, Hallelujah!
and now,
He reigns aloft in Heaven
The price for sin He paid
We can rejoice that there we'll be,
Eternally,
No more tears, No more wails!
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