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Jesus, the crucified, pleads for me,

while he is nailed to the shameful tree,

Scorned and forsaken, derided and curst.
See how his enemies do their worst!
Yet in the midst of the torture and shame,
Jesus, the crucified, breathes my name!
Wonder of wonders, oh! How can it be?
Jesus, the crucified pleads for me!

Lord, I have left thee, I have denied,

followed the world in my selfish pride,

Lord, I have joined in the hateful cry, 
‘Slay him, away with him, crucify!’
Lord I have done it, oh! Ask me not how;
Woven the thorns for thy tortured brow
Yet in his pity so boundless and free,
Jesus, the crucified pleads for me!

Though thou hast left me and wandered away,

Chosen the darkness instead of the day;

Though thou art covered with many astain,
Though thou hast wounded me oft and again
Though thou hast followed thy wayward will;
Yet in my pity, I love thee still.
Wonder of wonders it ever must be!
Jesus, the crucified pleads for me!

Jesus is dying in agony sore,

Jesus is suffering more and more,

Jesus is bowed with the weight of his woe,
Jesus is fainted with each bitter throe
Jesus is bearing it  all in my stead,  
Pity incarnate for me He has bled;
Wonder of wonders it ever must be!
Jesus, the crucified pleads for me!
 

uit The Crucifixion by Sir John Stainer

Hymn 13. The mystery of intercession

Engelse Passiemuziek uit de Victoriaanse periode.

Echt prachtig!

Warme groet,
Barry