The wicked men longed to catch Jesus to kill him. They said to each other, How can we get him? the people will not let us take hold of him if they see us, or we would go to the Temple to catch him. If we could find him alone in the dark, then we would put ropes on him, and take him to the judge. This is what the wicked people said to each other as they sat together.
Within the Temple fair and grand,
(Where holy men are wont to pray,)
Behold the gentle Saviour stand,
Teaching sweet wisdom all the day.
And many round him fondly press,
The blind, the lame, the weeping poor,
Who suffer sickness or distress,
Or grace or pardon would implore.
But see, another troop is near,