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 Into the woods, my Master went,
 Clean forspent, forspent,
  Into the woods my Master came,
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 Into the woods, my Master went,
 Clean forspent, forspent,
  Into the woods my Master came,
   Forspent with love and shame.
    But the olives they were not blind to Him,
     The little gray leaves were kind to Him:
      The thorn-tree had a mind to Him,
       When into the woods He came. 
 And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of 
the air have nests; but the read more 
 And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of 
the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his 
head. 
 God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were 
irreverent to ponder how the Son of read more 
 God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were 
irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it. 
 Therefore, friends,
 As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
  Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
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 Therefore, friends,
 As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
  Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
   We are impressed and engaged to fight--
    Fourthwith a power of English shall we levy,
     Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb
      To chase these pagans in those holy fields
       Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
        Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed
         For our advantage on the bitter cross. 
 There is a green hill far away,
 Without a city wall,
  Where the dear Lord was crucified
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 There is a green hill far away,
 Without a city wall,
  Where the dear Lord was crucified
   Who died to save us all. 
 Thou hast conquered, O Galilaean.
 [Lat., Vicisti, Galloloae.]  
 Thou hast conquered, O Galilaean.
 [Lat., Vicisti, Galloloae.] 
 In every pang that rends the heart
 The Man of Sorrows had a part.  
 In every pang that rends the heart
 The Man of Sorrows had a part. 
 Lovely was the death
 Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
  He on the thought-benighted read more 
 Lovely was the death
 Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
  He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed
   Manifest Godhead. 
 Who did leave His Father's throne,
 To assume thy flesh and bone?
  Had He life, or had read more 
 Who did leave His Father's throne,
 To assume thy flesh and bone?
  Had He life, or had He none?
   If he had not liv'd for thee,
    Thou hadst died most wretchedly
     And two deaths had been thy fee.