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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.

It most amazeth me to think, Thou barest the repute of Sin! The bitter Cup which thou didst drink, Had nothing bitterer therein. ⟨p. 54⟩The Sun did well to hide his face, When Sin did Righteousness eclipse: And the most Just is with disgrace A Sinner judged by sinners lips.

It most amazeth me to think, Thou barest the repute of Sin! The bitter Cup which thou didst drink, Had nothing bitterer therein. ⟨p. 54⟩The Sun did well to hide his face, When Sin did Righteousness eclipse: And the most Just is with disgrace A Sinner judg'd by sinners lips.

Thy steps, Lord, in this dirt I see; And lost my Soul from God should stray, I'll bear my Cross and follow thee; Let others choose the fairer way. My face is meeter for the Spit; I am more suitable to shame; And to the taunts of scornful wit: It's no great matter for my Name.

Thy steps, Lord, in this dirt I see; And lost my Soul from God should stray, I'll bear my Cross and follow thee; Let others chuse the fairer way. My face is meeter for the Spit; I am more suitable to shame; And to the taunts of scornful wit: It's no great matter for my Name.