I bow to you my head
To place upon it
Thorns for the dead
Lost in all their
Hopeless pleasure
I give you my heart
Without measure
Make me a saint
But only for you
How we love to be admired
By more than a few
So destroy all
My reputation
Let me be despised
In every nation
Make me a saint
Take my hands
Place them amidst
All your plans
Let them bear
Your sufferings
Oh only wise
King of Kings
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