When we in Satan’s chains were bound,
And shed his blood to do us good,
With many a purple bleeding wound.
At Bethlehem, king David’s city,
Mary’s Babe had sweet creation,
God and Man endu’d with pity,
And a Saviour of each nation.
Yet Jewry land with cruel hand,
Both first and last his power envy’d;
Where He was born, they did Him scorn,