The inhumanity of man
To angels was beyond belief
When from that pierced heart there ran
Fresh tokens of his love and grief.

What farce, what sham, what mortal guilt
Was spread before that God man when
Was for lost man his blood he spilt
Heaven gave its life for men.

The sin of earth men was the weight
That made the heart of Jesus melt,
Rejected love, engendered hate,
Made crucifixion wounds unfelt.

How would they treat their godlike guest,
Would they give justice to his cause?
Ah, no, they ridicule with jest
And pour contempt on heavens laws.

Their maker sought for one lone eye
With sympathy, his inborn trait,
His treatment harsh to mollify,
But all he saw was demon hate.

But as the conqueror redeems
In that most lurid shameful hour
He made his wounds the source and beams
That are the hiding of his power.