1 'Twas for thy sake, eternal GOD,
Thy son sustain'd that heavy load:
Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And 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 foll'wers 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 [Wretches with hearts as hard as stones
Insult his piety and groans;
Gall was the food they gave him there,
And mocked his thirst with vinegar.]

8 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.