Spit in my face, ye Jews, and pierce my side
Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me
For I have sinn'd, and sinne', and only He
Who could do no iniquity, hath died
But by my death can not be satisfied
My sins, which pass the Jews' impiety
They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I
Crucify him daily, being now glorified
O let me then His strange love still admire ;
Kings pardon, but He bore our punishment ;
And Jacob came clothed in vile harsh attire
But to supplant, and with gainful intent ;
God clothed Himself in vile man's flesh, that so
He might be weak enough to suffer woe