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He was led to the placeWhich was called SkullDriving nailsInto His wrists and heelPainThe Christ of prophecyHung there until deadBlood shedHe gave up His spiritAnd such was the endThe corpse still warmWas removed the treeAnd sent to its burialHewn in rockThis deep, silent tomb
He was led to the placeWhich was called SkullDriving nailsInto His wrists and heelPainThe Christ of prophecyHung there until deadBlood shedHe gave up His spiritAnd such was the endThe corpse still warmWas removed the treeAnd sent to its burialHewn in rockThis deep, silent tomb