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A Crown of Thorns
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When the days are dark
and dreary,
And the flesh is sick
and weary,
It takes all we have to
withstand,
The evils dealt at
Satan’s hand.
But, in the darkness
there is light,
Glowing through our
Savior’s might.
Upon drops of blood on
Emanuel’s land,
Beneath the Victor’s
crown I stand.
And through all the days
I walk to end,
It is this crown I seek to
win.
