'Tis I, whose sin now binds Thee,
With anguish deep surrounds Thee,
And nails Thee to the Tree;
The torture Thou art feeling,
Thy patient love revealing,
'Tis I should bear it, I alone.
J.S. Bach (1685-1750)
With anguish deep surrounds Thee,
And nails Thee to the Tree;
The torture Thou art feeling,
Thy patient love revealing,
'Tis I should bear it, I alone.
J.S. Bach (1685-1750)
Powerful.
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