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He had plunged into our sorrows, / And our sin had pierced his heart, / As before him loomed death's shadow, / And he knew he must depart.
But they hailed him as a victor / As he into Salem came, / And the very children shouted / Loud hosannas to his name.
Bat he knew behind that triumph, / Rising gladly to the sky, / Soon would come the cries of malice:
Crucify him! Crucify!
Onward rode the blessed Saviour, / Conscious of the coming strife / Soon to break in storms of hatred / Round his dear, devoted life.
Ghastly in its fearful anguish / Rose the cross before his eyes, / But he saw the joy beyond it, / And did all the shame despise.
Joy to see the cry of scorning / Through the ages ever bright, / And the cross of shame transfigured / To a throne of love and light.
Joy to know his soul's deep travail / Should not he a thing in vain, / And that joy and peace should blossom / From his agonizing pain.