But they cried out, saying:Crucify him!—Crucify him!—Crucify him!—His blood be on our heads.And they beat my loving Jesus,They spit on my precious Jesus;They dressed him up in a purple robe,They put a crown of thorns upon his head,And they pressed it down—Oh, they pressed it down—And they mocked my sweet King Jesus.
Up Golgotha's rugged roadI see my Jesus go.I see him sink beneath the load,I see my drooping Jesus sink.And then they laid hold on Simon,Black Simon, yes, black Simon;They put the cross on Simon,And Simon bore the cross.
On Calvary, on Calvary,They crucified my Jesus.They nailed him to the cruel tree,And the hammer!The hammer!The hammer!Rang through Jerusalem's streets.The hammer!The hammer!
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