| Now am I their song, yea, I am their byword. They abhor me, they flee far from me and spare not to spit in my face. (Job 30:9‑10) |
| Hail, King of the Jews! And they smote Him on the head with a reed, and did spit upon Him, and bowing their knees worshiped Him. And when they had mocked Him, they took off the purple from Him, and put His own clothes on Him, and led Him out to crucify Him. (Mark 15:18‑20) |
| Surely the wrath of man shall praise Thee. (Psa. 76:10) |
Onward still to Calvary marching,
Onward still He speeds His way
(His own Father’s will fulfilling),
Love to sinners to display. |
Watch and see the bleeding Savior,
Pierced and nailed to Calvary’s tree;
Sacrifice of sweetest savor,
Object of man’s enmity! |
