Jesus and the Virgin Mary (C)

I've heard a sung, I've learnt the same,
How God will sinners spare,
A song about Lord Jesus Christ,

The Son he sits and tells his dream
On his sweet mother's knee:
"I've dream'd tonight that wicked Jews
"Will doom and martyr me."

They led him up and down the streets
In sight of all the town,
And thorns and thistles gathered up.
And plaited him a crown.

Out to the cross they led him then,
And nail'd him on the wood:
"Now must I bear the pangs of death
"Alike for bad and good!'

Out to the cross they led him forth,
And hammered in the spike:
"Now must I bear the pangs of death
"For poor and rich alike!"

And then they brought a blind man up
To take a lancets hilt;
He drove it into Jesus side,
And holy blood he spilt.

That pure and holy blood they took,
And smear'd it on his eye;
The blind man gain'd his sight anew.
And saw Lord Jesus die.

"Have mercy. Lord, on me poor man,
"And pardon me my crime,
"And father and mother I will leave,
"And seek some distant clime.

"Have mercy. Lord, on me poor man,
"And pardon me my sin,
"I'll make my pilgrimage afar,
"And leave my kith and kin."