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"Bound upon the accurséd tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood, and writhing limb; By the flesh, with scourges torn; By the crown of twisted thorn; By the side so deeply pierced; By the baffled, burning thirst; By the drooping death-dewed brow: Son of Man, ’tis thou!’t is thou! Bound upon the accurséd tree, Dread and awful, who is he? By the sun at noonday pale, Shivering rocks, and rending veil: By earth, that trembles at his doom; By yonder saints who burst their tomb; By Eden promised, ere he died, To the felon at his side; Lord, our suppliant knees we bow: Son of God, ’tis thou! ’tis thou! Bound upon the accurséd tree, Sad and dying, who is he? By the last and bitter cry; The ghost given up in agony; By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead; By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep; Crucified! we know thee now: Son of Man, ’tis thou! ’tis thou! Bound upon the accurséd tree, Dread and awful, who is he? By the prayer for them that slew,— “Lord, they know not what they do!” By the spoiled and empty grave; By the souls he died to save; By the conquest he hath won; By the saints before his throne: By the rainbow round his brow; Son of God, ’tis thou! ’tis thou!"
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Calvary or Golgotha, was a site immediately outside Roman Jerusalem's walls where, according to Christianity's four canonical gospels, Jesus was crucified.

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"’Twas the day when God’s Anointed Died for us the death appointed, Bleeding on the guilty cross. Day of darkness! day of terror! Deadly fruit of ancient error, Nature’s fall and Eden’s loss. Haste! prepare the bitter chalice! Mortal hate and mortal malice Lift the royal victim high! Like the serpent wonder-gifted, Which the prophet once uplifted, For a sinful world to die. Cruel hands with thorns have crowned him, Cruel tongues are raving round him, Jew and Gentile fiercely lower. Friends are false and foes are many: “Eli, lama sabachthani,— Father, save me from this hour.” Conscious of the deed unholy, Nature’s pulses beat more slowly, And the sun his face doth hide. Darkness wrapped the sacred city, And the earth with fear and pity Trembled when the Just One died. “It is finished!” Man of sorrows! From thy cross our frailty borrows Strength to bear and conquer thus. While, extended there, we view thee, Mighty sufferer! draw us to thee, Sufferer victorious! Not in vain for us uplifted, Man of sorrows wonder-gifted, May that sacred symbol be; High and hoar amid the ages, Guide of heroes and of sages, May it guide us still to thee! Still to thee, whose love unbounded Sorrow’s depth for us hath sounded, Perfected by conflicts sore. Honored be thy cross forever! Star that points our high endeavor Whither thou hast gone before!"
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"The stones they raise, Life’s hope decays,— With insults greeted And woes repeated, Affection gone, Woe stands alone; Who suffers this? O, tell! ’Tis He who loves so well. Lights darkened all, The stone-showers fall, The wild winds blowing, His long hair flowing, His eyes are wet, Thorns wound his feet. Who suffers this? O, tell! ’Tis He who loves so well. Perplexed the road, His breast a load; His heart is torn: The world in scorn,— The flowers are faded, The sun is shaded. Who suffers this? O, tell! ’Tis He who loves so well. What weary sighs, And weeping eyes, And plaints forbid, And glories hid, And absence drear From friends sincere. Who suffers this? O, tell! ’Tis He who loves so well. A clouded star, A journey far, A fearful doom, A day of gloom; The path mistaken,— By all forsaken. Who suffers this? O, tell! ’Tis He who loves so well."
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