Song of the Hours

歌詞

In the first hour of the day Our Lord, he finally knows that Like a murderer he'll be judged By that heathen Pontius Pilate Pilate shall refuse the blame And wash his hands in water Then the innocent condemned The innocent condemned Sent off to the slaughter In the third hour God's own son Flails and scourges flayed him On his head a thorny crown That the soldiers had made him Dressed in rags and mockery Oh, they beat him and deride him And the cross of his own death The cross of his own death He'll drag along beside him In the sixth hour, naked and cold On a cross they staked him As his blood spilled down He prayed for his father to save him One thief laughed and one thief wept As he died beside them While the sun withdrew its light The sun withdrew its light Hoping thus to hide him Jesus screamed by hour nine, Why does God forsake him? In his mouth a bitter gall, vinegar to slake him Finally he gave up his ghost The mountains disassembled And the veils were rent in twain The veils were rent in twain And the whole world trembled Dark and sudden the nighttime fell The mocking crowds were scattered Jesus' sides were torn by spears The two thieves, their bones were shattered Still the blood and water flows And still their mocking laughter Thus befell the Son of Man Befell the Son of Man And many people after Thus befell the Son of Man Befell the Son of Man And many people after