Psalm 69 (Version 5, Part 2)

'Twas for thy sake, eternal God,

Thy son sustain'd that heavy load

Of base reproach and sore disgrace,

And shame defil'd his sacred face.

The Jews, his brethren and his kin,

Abus'd the man that check'd their sin:

While he fulfill'd thy holy laws,

They hate him, but without a cause.

["My Father's house, said he, was made

"A place for worship, not for trade;"

Then scattering all their gold and brass,

He scourg'd the merchants from the place.]

[Zeal for the temple of his God

Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood:

Reproaches at thy glory thrown

He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.]

[His friends forsook, his followers fled,

While foes and arms surround his head;

They curse him with a slanderous tongue,

And the false judge maintains the wrong.]

His life they load with hateful lies,

And charge his lips with blasphemies;

They nail him to the shameful tree:

There hung the man that dy'd for me.

[Wretches with hearts as hard as stones,

Insult his piety and groans;

Gall was the food they gave him there,

And mock'd his thirst with vinegar.]

But God beheld; and from his throne

Marks out the men that hate his Son;

The hand that rais'd him from the dead

Shall pour the vengeance on their head.