Words: Frederick William Faber
O come and mourn with me awhile;And tarry here the cross beside;O come, together let us mourn;Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
Have we no tears to shed for Him,While soldiers scoff and foes deride?Ah! look how patiently He hangs;Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
How fast His hands and feet are nailed;His blessed tongue with […]
