Now fill with horrid shouts the air—
“Away with him and crucify!”
Nor does one friend for him appear.
Behold how men his love reward!
His tender flesh the scourge has torn,
His gentle hands are bound with cord,
His head is crown’d with prickly thorn.
But why did God the Father let
His only son be treated thus?—
He sent his Son to pay our debt,