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I

They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

And surging crowds around Him pressed;

With breaking heart, and soul distressed,

He bore the cross on which He died.

II

They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

And He the well-beloved Son,

The Son of God Who should have won

The love He never once denied.

III

They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

And to the wood His hands were nailed,

And mocking words His ears assailed,

That God, Who looked from heaven, defied.

IV

They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

And when the deed of night was done,

The light was blotted from the sun,

And hell's abode exulting, cried.

V

They cried, "Let Him be crucified!"

Ah, Lord, my soul with anguish burns,

As to that cruel cross it turns,

For 'twas for me the Saviour died.