Out of the unblemish womb, he came
Jesus is His name
Born of virgin
With divine doctrine
To gather His lost sheeps
But we know Him not
He was tortured, battered and nailed on the cross
Yet we felt no guilt
And He died to safe us from soul perishing
In eternal teeth gnashing
Before the pilate
My Lord defends the faith
His death lying prostrate
For peace eternal path
Jesus, truely died for us to live
To give eternal relief
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