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29Again did our Lord then unto them ſay,
I am he whom ye ſeek, let theſe go their way.
Tho’ holy and harmleſs, the lot on him fell,
Like Jonah the type,Chriſt’s. word does me tell.
30Our Lord unto Annias then did repair,
Who ſent him to Caiphas, high prieſt that year,
With their wicked council and Pilate with them
They groſsly abus’d the Saviour of men.
31Buffeted, blindfolded, and ſmote with their hand?;
All crying to Pilate to fulfil their demands;
Denied by Peter, O great was his fall.
Set at nought by proud Herod, forſaken by all.
32Ye Arians, Socimans, and Doctor M‘Gill,
Chriſt’s ſaints can ſay you do them great ill.
You are dead from the power of our glorious Lord,
But thanks be to God, his word bears record,
33May the good will of him that dwelt in the buſh
With heavenly fire your hearts ſoon touch,
That a ram in the thicket like a Iſaac ye may ſee,
The offended moſt die, the offenders ſet free.
34A thorny crown on his head, a mock ſceptre in his hand
By the Roman ruſſian ſoldiers, at Pilate's command
Unjuſtly condemned; O, dark was the day,
Like a lamb to the ſlaughter they led him away.
35The deſire of all nations his work carries on,
With a crol's on his fhoulder, his blood running down;
Behold Chriſt a going from their judgment hall,
Who is bleſſed forever, and God over all.
