Still let the world with haughty pride

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.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘They put a crown of thorns upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him saying, Hail, king of the Jews.’—[Matt. 27,] v. 29.” This hymn appears in the 1766 manuscript “MS Matthew.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/577, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 424.
Publishing: Public Domain