The Crucifixion Charles W. Naylor, pub.1907 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Crucifixion, Invitation Scripture: Matthew 27:31-51; Mark 15:37 The Crucifixion [.xml] Charles W. Naylor, pub.1907 har. by Barney E. Warren, pub.1907 copyright status is Public Domain Key: G Meter: 12.12.12.12.8.6 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. Hushed is the wood-bird’s note, silent her song of glee, Shrouded in gloom the sun, shaking is Calvary; Mute are the angel hosts, awed by the sight they see, The mighty Son of God dies for humanity. Refrain: Behold, He dies, the Savior dies Upon the cross for thee. Pierced are those loving hands which have so often lain Tenderly on the sick, making them whole again; Bleeding His wounded feet, thorns are the crown He wears, Thus on the cruel cross man’s load of sin He bears. Nature in sympathy trembles and hides her face, The very hosts of ill fear and forsake the place; Of all existing things man looks in scorn alone, Feels no remorseful pang, hard is his heart of stone. Gaze on Him hanging there, know it was all for thee, And that thy sinful deeds brought Him to Calvary; Love for thy precious soul caused Him to gladly die, That He might ransom thee for that bright home on high.

The Crucifixion

The Crucifixion [.xml]

Charles W. Naylor, pub.1907
har. by Barney E. Warren, pub.1907

Key: G

Meter: 12.12.12.12.8.6

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Hushed is the wood-bird’s note, silent her song of glee,
Shrouded in gloom the sun, shaking is Calvary;
Mute are the angel hosts, awed by the sight they see,
The mighty Son of God dies for humanity.
- Refrain:
  Behold, He dies, the Savior dies
  Upon the cross for thee.
Pierced are those loving hands which have so often lain
Tenderly on the sick, making them whole again;
Bleeding His wounded feet, thorns are the crown He wears,
Thus on the cruel cross man’s load of sin He bears.
Nature in sympathy trembles and hides her face,
The very hosts of ill fear and forsake the place;
Of all existing things man looks in scorn alone,
Feels no remorseful pang, hard is his heart of stone.
Gaze on Him hanging there, know it was all for thee,
And that thy sinful deeds brought Him to Calvary;
Love for thy precious soul caused Him to gladly die,
That He might ransom thee for that bright home on high.