Will you crucify your king? said Pilate.
He shall not be our king, the people said. There was a very great noise in the street, from the people all speaking at once.
Then Pilate thought he would please the wicked people, and he said, Take him and crucify him. Then the people were glad. But first the soldiers took the fine clothes off Jesus, and put his own clothes on him again.
How wicked it was of Pilate to let him be crucified! Pilate thought Jesus was good, yet he let him be killed to please the people.
What! is there none to take his part
Who silent, trembling, bleeding, stands?
Not one to cheer his broken heart,
Or snatch him from those cruel hands?
A thousand voices lifted high