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A crown of hawthorns on’s head,
Offer him more bitzered wine from yews;
Poor Nazerene, come do that thou said,
To destroy this temple, made by man
In three days, build a new not by man
Hail, king of the Jews!
He wails, ELoi, Eloi, Lama sabachthani!
For shepherd’s beheaded, and sheep withdrew,
As one bereaved, is he calling Elijah again
Like he feels that betrayer’s kiss on his cheeks
Or that vinegars spices some dead reeks
Hail, king of the Jews!
O, Away the high cross, Let him down
Woe! Woe! , he saved others and his crew,
Then save and fight yourself down
That we may clean those spits on you
Falling on our knees to worship you
Hail, king of the Jews!
Celebrate, For today Jesus is alive
To hear this, O what a good news!
May his glory ever and forever thrive
Tell of his humble death, victories and splendor
Of his triumphs, stories, fame and honor
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