| Song | I See The Crowd In Pilate’s Hall |
| Album | Top Holy Week Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Horatius Bonar |
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| Tags | I See The Crowd In Pilate’s Hall |
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I See The Crowd In Pilate’s Hall,
Their Furious Cries I Hear;
Their Shouts Of “Crucify!” Appall,
Their Curses Fill Mine Ear.
And Of That Shouting Multitude
I Feel That I Am One,
And In That Din Of Voices Rude
I Recognize My Own.
I See The Scourges Rend The Flesh
Of God’s Beloved Son;
And As They Smite I Feel Afresh
That I Of Them Am One.
Around The Cross The Throng I See
That Mock The Sufferer’s Groan,
Yet Still My Voice It Seems To Be,
As If I Mocked Alone.
‘Twas I That Shed That Sacred Blood,
I Nailed Him To The Tree,
I Crucified The Christ Of God,
I Joined The Mockery.
Yet Not The Less That Blood Avails
To Cleanse Me From Sin,
And Not The Less That Cross Prevails
To Give Me Peace Within.
