In such aching torment
Physical and spiritual
In agonising lament
Forsaken by his Father
His Mother looking up
As the saviour of the world
Drank every drop of the cup
For you and I
So we could be healed
Escape divine justice
And in God be sealed
For God must punish the wicked
How easily satanic we could be
Oh praise the name of Jesus
Who from hell sets men free
I almost stumbled
In my proud imagination
Thinking I knew better
Than Gods holy Church creation
I thankyou Holy Father
For rescuing me
Oh you ever come to me
And daily set me free
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