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It's no great matter what Men deem, Whether they count me good or bad! In their applause and best esteem, There's no contentment to be had. I stand not to the Bar of Man; It's thy displeasure makes me sad: My thoughts and actions thou wilt scan: If thou approve me I am glad.

3. Must I before the Ruling Power, Be called with shame to plead my Cause? And judged as an evil doer, And as a breaker of their Laws? So was the Lord of Life accused, Slandered and scorned with cruel spite: And as a Malefactor used, And one that claimed Caesar's right.

3. Must I before the Ruling Power, Be call'd with shame to plead my Cause? And judged as an evil doer, And as a breaker of their Laws? So was the Lord of Life accus'd, Slander'd and scorn'd with cruel spight: And as a Malefactor us'd, And one that claimed Caesar's right.

False witness cloudeth Innocence: Truth seemeth conquered by a Lie. Patience for bears a just defence; And Life it self is judged to die. Methinks I see thee clothed with scorn; And spit upon, and buffeted; And crowned with the piercing Thorn; Away to Execution led.

False witness cloudeth Innocence: Truth seemeth conquer'd by a Lie. Patience for bears a just defence; And Life it self is judg'd to die. Methinks I see thee cloath'd with scorn; And spit upon, and buffeted; And crowned with the piercing Thorn; Away to Execution led.