| One morning in Jerusalem, about the break of dawn
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| A great trial was in session
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| They tried our Blessed Lord
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| They scorned Him and they mocked Him
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| They made Him carry a cross
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| On top of Calvary mountain they crucified our Lord
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| Oh, the cry (Oh, He cried) from the cross
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| «Forgive them, Blessed Father!»
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| He died upon the cross
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| Oh, He cried (Jesus cried) from the cross
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| The Son of God was dying to save the world from loss
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| Saint Peter, he denied Him at the awful trial that night
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| He said he never knew Him — it was an awful sight
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| He looked upon Saint Peter with eyes of perfect love
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| Saint Peter’s heart was broken, he prayed to God above
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| Crying, «Father, it is finished!» |
| and He bowed His head and died
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| The world was left in darkness, the graves were open wide
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| An earthquake shook Jerusalem, the dead walked into town
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| The multitude was frightened, God’s wrath came pouring down |