There's a story old, that has often been told,
Of how our savior died, as they nailed his hands,
He cried they don't understand,
As the blood flowed from his side.
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As he hung there on the tree, he prayed for you and me,
There was no one his pain to ease,
Before he died, he faintly cried,
Father forgive them please.
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