1 She who kills the prophets And stones Those who are sent to her Disposed in
2 Jerusalem, Oh Jerusalem, I come
3 Look I’m driving out demons Just watch Then, performing many healings I’ll march to
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4 I must travel ‘til the third day Because A prophet cannot perish Outside of
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5 How I often longed to gather Your young As a hen gathers her chicks Under her wings
6 Jerusalem, Oh Jerusalem
7 O yet you were not willing! Your house left to you Is desolate and abandoned You won’t see Me until The time comes when you say
8 Jerusalem, Oh That He who comes In the name of the Lord He is the blessed One