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1. O bold, O foolish peasants,
To deem that he should reign!
The temple and the palace
Look down in high disdain.
2. Jerusalem lies fallen,
And pilgrims wail her pride.
The golden words of Jesus
Have travelled far and wide.
3. Long ages dim the message
And custom has sufficed
For merchants and for princes
To bow and own him Christ.
4. But when a brother spirit
Arises from the plain,
The men of power tremble,
And crucify again.
5. O first of many prophets
Who come of simple folk
To free us from our bondage,
To break oppression's yoke,β
6 Restore our eyes from blindness,
Make clear the life, the way
That leads through love and justice
Unto the peace-crowned day!
Source: Hymns for Worship #177