Verse 1
Gentle and meek, He comes to those
In compassing his death employ’d,
His furious, unrelenting foes
Who thirsted for their Saviour’s blood;
Gives himself up to satisfy
Their rage, and for his murtherers die!
Verse 2
O how unlike the kingdoms here
Thy kingdom open’d in thine own!
Meekness, and peace, and lowly fear,
And righteousness support thy throne,
Patience in death, resembling thine,
And love invincibly Divine.