Woe to you, Corizon! Woe to you, Bethsaida
For if the miracles done in you had been in Tyre and Sidon
They would have repented long ago
Sitting in sackcloth and ashes
But it will be more bearable
For Tyre and Sidon and for you
And you, Capernaum, will you rise
No, you will go down to Hades
Whoever listens to you listens to me
Whoever rejects you rejects me
The seventy-two returned with joy
Lord, the demon, submit to us
He replied, I saw Satan fall
Like lightning down from heaven
I have given you authority
To trample on snakes and scorpions
To overcome the enemy's power
And nothing will harm you
Do not rejoice in spirits that yield
But that your names are written above
At that time Jesus was full of joy
And praised the Father in heaven
Lord of heaven and earth I praise
For you hid these things from the wise
But you revealed them to little ones
Yes, Father, you were pleased to do this
All things are committed to me
By my Father's perfect will
None know the Son except the Father
None know the Father except the Son
Then he turned to his disciples
Blessed are the eyes that see
Many have longed to hear and see
But they did not receive