PASSION
And bathed in its own blood
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
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Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.
AUTHOR:
Issac Watts
MUSIC:
Hugh Wilson
MINISTRY OF CULTURE AND CHRISTIAN EDUCATION | THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD CHURCH | UNITED STATES COMMISSION OF CHORAL SOCIETIES
www.lldmusachoir.org
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