'Twas for my sake, eternal God

1 'Twas for my Sake, eternal GOD,
Thy Son sustain'd that heavy Load
Of base Reproach and sore Disgrace,
And Shame defil'd his sacred Face.

2 The Jews, his Brethren and his Kin,
Abus'd the Man that check'd their Sin:
While he fulfill'd thy holy Laws
That hate him, but without a Cause.

3 [My Father's House, said he, was made,
A Place for Worship, not for Trade:
Then scatt'ring all their Gold and Brass,
He scourg'd the Merchants from the Place.]

4 [Zeal for the Temple of his GOD,
Consum'd his Life, expos'd his Blood;
Reproaches at thy Glory thrown
He felt, and mourn'd 'em as his own.]

5 [His Friends forsook, his Followers fled,
While Foes and Arms surround his Head;
They curse him with a slad'rous Tongue,
And the false Judge maintains the Wrong.]

6 His Life they load with hateful Lies,
And charge his Lips with Blasphemies;
They nail him to the shameful Tree;
There hung the Man that dy'd for me.

7 [Wretches, with Hearts as hard as Stones,
Insult his Piety and Groans;
Gall was the Food they gave him there,
And mock'd his Thirst with Vinegar.]

8 But GOD beheld; and from his Throne
Marks out the Men that hate his Son;
The Hand that rais'd him from the Dead,
Shall pour the Vengeance on their Head.

Source: The Psalms of David: imitated in the language of the New Testament, and applied to the Christian state and worship (27th ed.) #P69e