Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 144

Let so hjews and Gentiles join,
Friends and enemies combine,
Vent their utmost rage on me,
Still I look through all to Thee;

Humbly own it is the Lord!
Let Him wake on me His sword
Lo, I bow me to Thy will;
Thou Thy whole design fulfil.

Stricken by Thine anger's rod,
Dumb I fall before my God;
Or my dear Chastiser bless,
Sing the paschal psalm of praise.

While the bitter herbs I eat,
Him I for my foes intreat;
Let me die, but oh! forgive,
Let my pardon'd murderers live.