Good Friday

 

This is the wood of the cross,

on which hung the Saviour of the world.

 

Come, let us worship.

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Sing O my love, O my love, my love, my love;

This have I done for my true love.

 

Tomorrow shall be my dancing day: I would my true love did so chance

To see the legend of my play, To call my true love to my dance.

 

For thirty pence Judas me sold, His covetousness for to advance;

“Make whom I kill, the same do hold”, The same is he shall lead the dance.

 

Then on the cross hanged I was, Where a spear to my heart did glance;

There issued forth both water and blood, To call my true love to my dance.

 

Then down to hell I took my way For my true love’s deliverance,

And rose again on the third day, Up to my true love and the dance.

(“My Dancing Day”)