Who reviled Him at the Tree ?
They, knew not Messiah was He.

Who heaps upon Him scorn ?
They, that were never born.

Who laughs at the accursed sight ?
They, that dwell in darkest night.

Who cast lots for the Saviour's robe ?
They, that nailed Him to the Rood.

Do you not love Jesus, nay ?
Then you must be, one of They.

1 John 4:19

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