Verse 1
A criminal they could not doom,
They might an innocent release,
Permitted by imperious Rome
To hear and try the witnesses:
But lo, the rage of Jewish zeal
Conspires with Roman policy,
Thy sure prediction to fulfil
And nail thee, Saviour, to the tree.
Verse 2
And shall thy followers complain,
Who in thy steps profess to go,
Condemn’d by rash, oppressive man,
Entreated like Thyself below?
Or rather patiently receive
The treatment which confirms us thine,
And when pronounc’d unfit to live,
Our spirits on thy cross resign!