III
When in Thy thirst, men heard Thee call,
Thy lips were drenched with bitter gall;
And to Thine ears the words were borne
Of blasphemy and ribald scorn.
IV
Thy hands and feet with nails were riven,
The spear into Thy side was driven;—
O Christ, when dying on the tree,
How great the pain Thou bor’st for me!