A crown of thorns, a cross to bear And sorrowing friends, following near Yet He speaks through his grief, Weep not for me But how can we hold back these tears
Yom tzar, day of sorrow Yom dmaot, day of tears Day of tears
The tearing flesh, the trembling nerves Some now bow in jest, and mock his thirst and still from His lips, Father, forgive How could they slay their Lord
Yom tzar, day of sorrow Yom dmaot, day of tears Day of tears
Now asleep, rest in peace, Jesus, Lord With love we come to wash away where hate hath marred But can it be, now we see no grave can hold Thee Death has an end, thou lives again
Yom simcha, day of gladness Yom dmaot, day of tears Yom peley, day of wonder Yom dmaot (simcha), day of tears Tears of joy Joy Tears of joy
