“And thy smote Him on the head with a reed, and did spit upon Him” -Mark 15:19
1 O head once fill’d with bruises
Oppressed with pain and scorn:
O’erwhelm’d with sore abuses,
Mock’d with a crown of thorn!
In shame upon the tree,
In glory now surrounded,
With brightest Majesty!
2 Thou, Lord of all transcendent;
Thou life-creating Sun
To worlds on Thee dependent
Yet bruised and spit upon!
O Lord! what Thee tormented
Which Thou didst pay in blood.
Was our sin’s heavy load;
We had the debt augmented
3 We give Thee thanks unfeigned.
Lord Jesus, Friend in need,
For what Thy Soul sustained,
When Thou for us didst bleed;
Grant us to lean unshaken
Upon Thy faithfulness,
Until to glory taken,
We see Thee face to face.