Verse 1
Ye envious Scribes, who tread
The path your fathers trod,
Ye draw their guilt upon your head
With all the martyrs blood;
For judgments ripe, at last
Ye bring the former down,
Renew the crimes of ages past,
And make them all your own.
Verse 2
The blood of Abel cries,
To raise your judgment higher,
The blood of Zachary replies,
And echoes back Require!
The long-continued chain
Of woes on you shall come,
And saints beneath the altar slain
Demand your instant doom.