Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended?
By foes derided, by thine own rejected.
Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone thee. I crucified thee.
'Twas I, Lord Jesus.
'Twas I.
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First the choir sang these words, a viola responding in wordless grief. Then, later, I sang these words with the rest of the congregation, each line quieter than the one before. For me, it was finally, really a confession. The light and hope of the resurrection beckons.
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