How hast Thou ’gainst Thy Father’s Will contended,
In what offended?
With scourges, blows, and spitting they reviled Thee,
They crowned Thy Brow with thorns while King they styled Thee;
When faint with pains Thy tortured Body suffered,
Then gall they offered.
Say! wherefore thus by woes wast Thou surrounded?
Ah! Lord, for my transgressions Thou wast wounded:
God took the guilt from me, who should have paid it,
On Thee He laid it.