The rabid crowd around Him pressed Cared not His soul was sore distressed The object He of mocking shame He was the Son of God who came. False witnesses they did obtain For to secure, their own way gain No righteousness in them was found His death, a way must then be found. They had the witnesses come in “Give evidence of just one sin” They contradict what each one said To find a way to cause his death. In dignity He silent stood Before His God, he had done good No matter just how much man lied By God he would be justified. Enraged and clear for all to see He must be nailed soon to a tree So Caiaphas now gave an oath Condemned was he by words he spoke. It was clear now that under oath Speak now the truth give us thy troth “Art thou the Son of God” said he “Messiah whom we wait to see?” The Lord now answered, speaking plain You’ll see the Son of man again At God’s right hand, majestic power In a soon coming fearful hour. In flaming fury then he tore The sacred gowns the priest then wore For blasphemy, He now must die The judges voiced, “Yea crucify”. Thus in the Judgment Hall he stood The Holy one spat on, so rude They mocked and jeered the sinless One And failed to see, he was the Son. With spit upon His lovely face How insolent of human race And then to mock with evil sneer Derisions hurtful to His ear. Proud men then raised the smiting rod He dared to smite the Son of God Oh man think clear, can this be true He suffered this, for you, for you. Let man now seek to find a way To put to death this very day No fault could ever thus be found To Pilate now they send Him bound. Praise God he died on Calvary He paid the price for sinful me For me he suffered in my stead For me was numbered with the dead. © Rowan Jennings 14th June 2002 Revised 24th June 2007