Soon, but not alone to die,
Kinsman Tree,
Limbed and leafless must thou lie,
Doomed, alas, for Me;
Yea, for Me, as I for all,
Must thou first a victim fall.
Thou for me the bitter fruit
Loth to bear,
Must of Death's accursed root
Shame reluctant share.
Thus the Father's will divine
Seals thy fate to compass Mine.
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