Verse 1
Who blame the sin of Jews abhor’d,
Of Jews that once renounc’d their Lord,
We blindly every day
Our own corrupt desires fulfil,
To save the life of nature’s will,
The life of Jesus slay.
Verse 2
Our carnal joys and pleasures here
We to this Man of grief prefer,
This self-denying Man:
We will not suffer in his cause,
But hate his poverty and cross,
The scandal and the pain.
Verse 3
By wild impetuous passion led
We still repeat the direful deed,
With one consent we cry
(While to the world our hearts we give,)
In us let the first Adam, live,
And let the Second die.
Verse 4
But let the season past suffice:
Jesus, we now unite our cries
And ask the death of sin:
Nail this Barabbas to the tree,
These lusts which steal our hearts from Thee;
And spread thy life within.
Verse 5
The cruel murtherers of our God
Which shed so oft thy precious blood
No longer, Lord, reprieve,
But slay them by the Spirit of grace,
And with thy vital holiness
In all thy members live.