1 'Twas for thy sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load
Of base reproach, and sore disgrace,
While shame defil'd his sacred face.
2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abus'd the Man that check'd their sin;
While he fulfil'd thy holy laws,
They hate him, but without a cause.
[3 "My Father's house," said he, "was made
"A place for worship, not for trade;"
Then scatt'ring all their gold and brass,
He scourg'd the merchants from the place.
[4 Zeal for the temple of his God
Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood:
Reproaches at thy glory thrown
He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.]
[5 His friends forsook, his followers fled,
While foes and arms surround his head;
They curse him with a sland'rous tongue,
And the false judge maintains the wrong.]
[6 His life they load with hateful lies,
And charge his lips with blasphemies:
They nail him to the shameful tree;
There hung the man that dy'd for me.]
7 But God beheld; and from his throne,
Marks out the men that hate his son,
The hand that rais'd him from the dead
Shall pour the vengeance on their head.
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First Line: | 'Twas for our sake, eternal God |
Title: | Christ's sufferings and zeal |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. Second part |