Jesus at the judgment

In mockery’s cruel grasp, yet still divine,
O marvel, heavens! Earth, in awe, align.
The scorned Savior stands, His fate embraced,
Blood for our sins, not one drop misplaced.

Unmoved by jeers, His majesty concealed,
Perfect submission to God’s will revealed.
Through thorns and scorn, His sacred head crowned,
The Lamb of God, His glory profound.