Twas I that shed the sacred blood…
Twas I that shed the sacred blood;
I nailed him to the tree;
I crucified the Christ of God;
I joined the mockery
Of all that shouting multitude
I feel that I am one;
And in that din of voices rude
I recognize my own
Around the cross the throng I see,
Mocking the Sufferer’s groan;
Yet still my voice it seems to be
As if I mocked alone.
– Horatius Bonar (1808-1889)
February 03 2010 05:00 am | Blog