1. 1. A purple robe, a crown of thorn, A reed in His right hand; Before the soldier's spite and scorn I see my Savior stand. He bears between the Roman guard The weight of all our woe; A stumbling figure bowed and scarred I see my Savior go. 1 – A Purple Robe Words: Timothy Dudley-Smith / Music: David G. Wilson / Arr.: Noël Tredinnick Words © 1968 Hope Publishing Company / Music © 1969, arr. © Jubilate Hymns, Ltd. (admin. Hope Publishing Company, Carol Stream, IL 60188) All rights reserved. Used by permission. 2004 The Paperless Hymnal™

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5. 2. He hangs, by Whom the world was made, Beneath the darkened sky; The everlasting ransom paid, I see my Savior die. He shares on high His Father's throne, Who once in mercy came; For all His love to sinners shown I sing my Savior's name. 2 – A Purple Robe 2004 The Paperless Hymnal™ Words: Timothy Dudley-Smith / Music: David G. Wilson / Arr.: Noël Tredinnick Words © 1968 Hope Publishing Company / Music © 1969, arr. © Jubilate Hymns, Ltd. (admin. Hope Publishing Company, Carol Stream, IL 60188) All rights reserved. Used by permission.

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