They wagged their heads and passed Thee by,
And mocked Thee on that woful day;
In vain they strove against Thee, Lord—
Give Thou to them their due reward.
ὁ αὐτός
The quaking earth inspires no dread,—
The temple veil asunder fell,
The rocks were rent—still they rebel,
E’en when the graves gave up their dead;
But vain they strove against Thee, Lord—