They Tend To Die Lyrics

They Tend To Die lyrics

Our Lord's enemies, they found Him in Gethsemane



They took God's only Son from the olive grove



And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die







Oh my Lord, his last hours of sorrow



I implore my hope for tomorrow







Our Lord's enemies, they mocked Him as they bowed their knees



They put God's only Son in a crown of thorns



And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die







Oh my Lord, I hope I can find you



I deplore the way that they bind you







Our Lord's enemies, they killed Him on a torture tree



They sent God's only Son to a lowly grave



And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die