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Forsaken by His God, O awful place!
Come, darkness, cover earth as sunlight flees.
Hide, hide the Son, the cross. God turns His face
As through this agony He gifts man peace./
The Innocent has been condemned to death
And mocked and tortured, bearing all man’s shame.
He thirsts and seeks His God, then yields His breath
And takes away the sin that caused this pain./
Christ, let me not be silent at this scene;
Awaken me to feel the wrong I’ve done.
Look on my tears and come and intervene,
And make me Thine, Thou bruised and dying Son.
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