Verse 1
Still let the world with haughty pride
His suffering Majesty deride,
And scoff his Spirit’s power;
I glory with the Jews unseen
To serve a Lord refus’d by men,
An humbled King t’ adore.
Verse 2
I worship whom the world despise,
His scorn and ignominy prize,
His scarlet robe put on,
And crown’d with thorns my bleeding King
To his, to my great Father bring,
And claim a glorious crown.
Verse 3
Jesus, thy patient power I feel:
Insulted in thy members still,
A King of sorrows Thou!
With love’s unfeign’d sincerity,
I bow mine inmost soul to Thee,
And shall forever bow.