The images of grief and fear!
2 Gethsemane’s sad midnight scene,
The faithless friends, th’ exulting foes,
The thorny crown, the insult keen,
The scourge, the cross, before thee rose.
3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,
As the dark vision o’er it came;
And, though in sinless strength arrayed,
Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame?
4 Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread,