At Golgotha

They mocked and scorned the Son of God With cruel laughs and jeers, The crown of thorns upon His head Brought forth deriding sneers. Away with Him they then did cry, Of Him we’ll have no part, Contempt, disdain and haughty pride O’er flowed within each heart. Not only they, but also I Would cast my Lord away, Not blameless in His sight I stand, “Forgiveness,” this I pray. Cross