The cross that holds is held in that embrace,
The world is weighed in Him, the living scales.
From this tree branches out all time and space,
As, from His outstretched hands, blossom the nails.
The cross that holds is held in that embrace,
The world is weighed in Him, the living scales.
From this tree branches out all time and space,
As, from His outstretched hands, blossom the nails.
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