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 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 follow'rs 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 veng'ance 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: | 1793 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |