Verse 1

Led like a lamb to the slaughter,

In silence and shame;

There on your back you carried,

A world of violence and pain:

Bleeding, dying, bleeding, dying.

Verse 2

At break of dawn, poor Mary,

Still weeping she came;

When through her grief she heard Your voice,

Now speaking her name:

Mary, Master, Mary, Master.

Verse 3

At the right hand of the Father,

Now seated on high;

You have began Your eternal reign,

Of justice and joy:

Glory, glory, glory, glory.