Naught to chargres false replying,
In gentle mood,
Hearing all but naught denying,
Our savior stood.

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Gentle, lamblike would I be,
Savior, more and more like Thee.

Priestly rage and perjured story,
In vain are brought;
Lo, the mighty Lord of glory
Now answers not.

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While "away with Him" they're crying,
His cross they raise,
On taht shameful cross while dying
For them He prays.

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