Religion
Matthew 26:67: Then did they spit in His face, and buffeted, &c
From Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures (1762) · Osborn ed., vol. 10 (1871)
Hail, Galilean King,
Thy humbled state we sing!
Mock'd, and spit upon below.
Smote by sacrilegious hands,
Man would not his Maker know;
Angels fly at Thy commands.
From spitting, shame, and scorn,
Thy face Thou didst not turn:
How unlike our Pattern we!
Sacred is our character,
Every trivial injury
Seems too great for life to bear.
Our quick-resenting pride
Henceforth we cast aside,
Lay our honour at Thy feet,
Meeken'd by Thy Spirit's power,
Like the Lamb of God submit,
Jesus on the cross adore.
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MLA
Wesley, Charles. “Matthew 26:67: Then did they spit in His face, and buffeted, &c.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/4570/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Matthew 26:67: Then did they spit in His face, and buffeted, &c.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/4570/.
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