The Passion 2007 - Photo Gallery

Wash on, my Lord, till all be wet,
Both head and hand, I beseech thee.

This bread that I do bless and break
It is my corse no common crust.

There is a rank swain
Whose rule is not right
For he teaches folk him to call
Great God's son; thus grieves he us all.

Lo, Pilate am I, proved prince of great pride…
... I am Dame Precious Percula, of princesses the prize.

Sir Pilate most potent a plea I pursue
That Jesus, that Jew, I would sell unto you.

… Take care then that caitiff to catch
Whom there I shall kiss.

Here with a lash, lurdan, I shall thee allow.

On Sheer Thursday and all in the morning
They made a crown of thorns for our Heavenly King.

Look up, look up,
The shepherd takes his place.

This sign shall bear witness
Unto all people plain,
How God’s son here guiltless
Is put to peerless pain.

Sir knights, take heed and hither hie
This fastenin' up falls to us four.

For my sweet son I say,
Thus dolefully death thus is dight.

Heloy! Heloy!
My God, my God full free,
Lama Sabatnye!
Wherefore forsook thou me?

I tell you that I saw him die
And he was God’s son almighty.

And we sing allelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way
Till the shining star appears.

God grant you grace that you may know
The truth some day.

Photographs by Charlotte Lucas and Jane Brewster