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From that lonely upper chamber, Holding up the rugged cross,With a glad and bold surrender They encountered shame and loss.
In these days of doubt and error, In the conflict for the right,May our hearts be ever strengthened By the resurrection's might.
SIMON'S COUNTRYMEN.
They took away his seamless robe, With thorns they crowned his head,As harshly, fiercely cried his foes: "Barabbas in his stead."
The friends he loved unto the end, Who shared his daily bread,Before the storms of wrath and hate Forsook their Lord and fled.
To rescue men from death and sin He knew the awful cost,As wearily he bent beneath The burden of the cross.
When Pilate had decreed his fate, And Jews withheld their aid,Then Simon, the Cyrenean, came: On him the cross was laid.
