Oh, see Him sinner, see Him in Pilate's hall. View the streams of gore as they gush from those lacerated shoulders!
See Him, sinner, see Him on His cross!
View that holy head still marked with the wounds with which the thorns pierced His sacred temples!
Oh, view that pure face, emaciated and marred!
See the vile spittle still hanging there, the spittle of cruel mockers!
View those loving eyes floating in tears with languid pity!
Look, too, at those kind hands, and view them as they stream like fountains of blood!