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    Darkness struck all
    Near and afar.
    Earthquakes to jar
    Temple and hall
    Tore curtains asunder;
    Great boulders now broke;
    Graves opened as, under,
    The bodies of saints awoke.

    On-looking bands
    Heard a loud cry:
    “Father on high,
    Into your hands
    I offer my spirit.”
    And gazing aghast
    Stood all who could hear it,
    As Jesus then breathed his last.

    Crucified God,
    Nailed to a tree!
    Jesus, may we
    Tread where you trod,
    Take part in your passion,
    And, nailed to your board,
    In similar fashion
    Surrender to you, O Lord!

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