When he’s dead don’t mourn that king, but declare a holiday, Oh!
Don’t erect a monument. Bury him in some unmarked place.
Let it end there.
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Tell it out both near and far, “Now he’s dead and we’ve been set… free.”
Those who share his stubborn pride, send them captive somewhere distant.
Let them die there.
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Like a woman who gives birth, pains portend the thing that’s com–ing.
In the same way, consequence of what’s done is up and running.
No way back now.
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Far away from where he lived, may his fortune fade and dwindle;
history regard him lost, victim of his will to swindle.
Let’s go onward!
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Image: Picturesque Palestine, Sinai, and Egypt, Division I, p. 110. New York: D. Appleton & Co. 1881.
Source: Jeremiah 22:18-30
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-NC SA 4.0
Tune: St Albinus, Public Domain
Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF/JesusLives-StAlbinus.pdf
Audio: www.smallchurchmusic.com Used by Permission
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