6 'Twas for our sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load
Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
While shame defil'd his sacred face.

7 The Jews his brethren and his kin,
Abus'd the man that check'd their sin;
While he fulfill'd thy holy laws,
They hate him, but without a cause.

8 ["My Father's house," said he, "was made
"A place for worship, not for trade;"
Then scatt'ring all their gold and brass,
He scourg'd the merchants from the place.]

9 [Zeal for the temple of his God
Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood;
Reproaches at thy glory thrown,
He felt and mourn'd them as his own.]

10 [His friends forsook, his follow'rs fled,
While foes and arms surround his head;
They curse him with a sland'rous tongue,
And the false judge maintains the wrong.]

11 His life they load with hateful lies,
And charge his lips with blasphemies;
They nail him to the shameful tree:
There hung the Man that dy'd for me.

12 But God beheld, and from his throne
Marks out the men that hate his Son;
The hand that rais'd him from the dead,
Shall pour the vengeance on their head.