The Crucifixion lyrics

At the cry of the first bird

They began to crucify Thee.

O cheek like a swan!

It [were] not right ever to cease lamenting.

It was like the parting of day from night.

Ah! though sore the suffering

Put upon the body of Mary's Son,

Sorer to Him was the grief

Which for His sake

Came upon His Mother.

• Artist:Samuel Barber