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 fulfill'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 scattering 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 slanderous 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: | 1785 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |