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| Pieta- Franz von Stuck (Germany d. 1928) |
So He came, the
long-expected,
Not in glory, not to reign;
Only born to be rejected,
Choosing hunger, toil and
pain,
Till the scaffold was
erected
And the Paschal Lamb was
slain.
Sweet the timber, sweet the
iron,
Sweet the burden that they
bear!
No disgrace was too
abhorrent:
Nailed and mocked and
parched He died;
Blood and water, double
warrant,
Issue from His wounded side,
Washing in a mighty torrent
Earth and stars and
oceantide.
Faithful Cross the Saints
rely on,
Noble tree beyond compare!
Never was there such a
scion,
Never leaf or flower so rare.
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