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