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On Eastern morn he rose
On Eastern morn he rose
On Eastern morn he rose just for me
One day when I was lost
They hung him on that cross
They hung him on that cross just for me
They crowned him with the thorns
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They whooped him up the hill
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They nailed him to that tree
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He died upon the cross
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They speared him in the side
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The blood came trickling down
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He died upon that tree
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On Eastern morn he rose
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