EN 3521 A Purple Robe
Mark.15.17
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A purple robe, a crown of thorn,
A reed in His right hand;
Before the soldiers’ spite and scorn
I see my Savior stand.
He bears between the Roman guard
The weight of all our woe;
A stumbling figure, bowed and scarred,
I see my Savior go.
2
Fast to the cross’s spreading span,
High in the sunlit air,
All the unnumbered sins of man
I see my Saviour bear.

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