God have mercy! Have mercy, God!
Here the Savior stands tied up. Here stands the Savior bound.
O scourging, oh blow, oh wounds! O scourging, o blows, o wounds!
You executioners, stop! Ye tormenters, cease!
Are ye not softened
The pain of your souls, By the pain of your souls,
The sight of such misery does not? Nor by the sight of such grief?
Oh yes! you have a heart, Ah yes! ye have a heart
That must be like the torture pillar. That must be like the whipping post,
And be even harder. Or even harder still.
Have mercy, stop! Have mercy, cease!

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