Iii

They nailed the Lord of Glory high, And while He hung in awful pain, The temple veil was rent in twain, The sun refused to see Him die.

{Anti agathôn hôn epoiêsas, Christe}

({Antiphônon IA' Êchos pl. b'})

For all the good performed by Thee, O Christ, the Hebrews deemed it meet To bear Thee from the judgment-seat And nail Thee to the cruel tree; They gave Thee vinegar and gall-- But render justice to them all.

{ho autos}

'Twas not enough they should betray And nail Thee to the Cross to die; They wagged their heads and passed Thee by, And mocked Thee on that woful day; In vain they strove against Thee, Lord-- Give Thou to them their due reward.

{ho autos}

The quaking earth inspires no dread,-- The temple veil asunder fell, The rocks were rent--still they rebel, E'en when the graves gave up their dead; But vain they strove against Thee, Lord-- Give Thou to them their due reward.

{Kyrie, ho ton Lêstên}

({Antiphônon ID' Êchos pl. d1})