John 19:21, 22: Then said the chief priests...to Pilate, &c

Conscience and remorse for sin
Remembrancers severe,
After the dire act, begin
To plague the wicked here:
Soon they wish the deed effaced,
Which meets and blasts their guilty eyes,
In their view for ever placed,
And written in the skies.

Written with an iron pen,
My horrid crime I see,
I the Prince of Life have slain,
The Saviour on that tree!
Torn by sin His sacred flesh,
Those nails into His body driven,
Crucified my Lord afresh,
The King of earth and heaven.

Every sinner's King and mine
Thy majesty I own,
Cover'd with the blood Divine
Which did for all atone:
While I at Thy cross remain,
The crimson blood, the gushing tide
Washes out my sinful stain,
And saves the regicide!