“Behold The Man!”

Lyrics

Shall Christ hang on the Cross, and we not look?         Heaven, earth, and hell stood gazing at the first,         While Christ for long-cursed man was counted cursed; Christ, God and Man, Whom God the Father strook And shamed and sifted and one while forsook:--         Cry shame upon our bodies we have nursed         In sweets, our souls in pride, our spirits immersed In wilfulness, our steps run all acrook. Cry shame upon us! for He bore our shame         In agony, and we look on at ease With neither hearts on flame nor cheeks on flame:         What hast thou, what have I, to do with peace? Not to send peace but send a sword He came,         And fire and fasts and tearful night-watches.