For all the good performed by Thee,
O Christ, the Hebrews deemed it meet
To bear Thee from the judgment-seat
And nail Thee to the cruel tree;
They gave Thee vinegar and gall—
But render justice to them all.

’Twas not enough they should betray
And nail Thee to the Cross to die;
They wagged their heads and passed Thee by,
And mocked Thee on that woful day;
In vain they strove against Thee, Lord—
Give Thou to them their due reward.

The quaking earth inspires no dread,—
The temple veil asunder fell,
The rocks were rent—still they rebel,
E’en when the graves gave up their dead;
But vain they strove against Thee, Lord—
Give Thou to them their due reward.