They wagged their heads in mocking scorn, And bade the Christ come down,-- While from His wounds the blood-drops fell, And from the thorny crown; The spear uplifted pierced His side, And God beheld the crimson tide. IV All dark at noon, the sun refused His wonted light to shed, For sin and death had God defied, And Christ His Son was dead; And God had turned His face away, Nor heard the Christ in anguish pray. V All hail the Resurrection morn! The light returns again, And Christ is throned at God's right hand Who once for man was slain; And God extends His pardoning grace, Nor hides the brightness of His face. I "Watch with Me," The Master said, And the night around Him fell, While the snares of sin and hell, On His awful path were spread. II But they slumbered while He prayed;-- They who were His constant care, Heard no echo of His prayer, When His soul was sore dismayed. III Then He held the cup of woe, And the prayer to God was made,-- Thrice in agony He prayed, That He might the draught forego. IV But the will of God was done, In the garden, on that night, And He rose in all the might Of the well-beloved Son. V Ah, my soul, thy Lord behold,-- Wake from slumber, hear Him pray, All thy griefs are borne away, By His agony, untold. VI And the strength of God is thine When the will of God is done In obedience, as a son, Conscious of a love divine. I They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" And surging crowds around Him pressed; With breaking heart, and soul distressed, He bore the cross on which He died. II They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" And He the well-beloved Son, The Son of God Who should have won The love He never once denied. III They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" And to the wood His hands were nailed, And mocking words His ears assailed, That God, Who looked from heaven, defied. IV They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" And when the deed of night was done, The light was blotted from the sun, And hell's abode exulting, cried. V They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" Ah, Lord, my soul with anguish burns, As to that cruel cross it turns, For 'twas for me the Saviour died. I