Rejected, scorned,

Despised, a man of sorrow and distress,

To all the ills which poverty’s chill cold,

Or power of tyrant malice could inflict,

Exposed a victim, through life’s wretched vale

Our blest Redeemer passed.

Samuel Hayes.

From all that dwell below the skies

Let the Creator’s praise arise;

Let the Redeemer’s name be sung