It was outside the city wall
Of proud Jerusalem,
That Roman soldiers crucified
Whom Pilate dared condemn.
But from the suffering Nazarene
No word of murmur came;
Patience appeared through keenest wrong,
And dignity through shame.
Only this kind and earnest plea
Their malice from Him drew:
"Father, I pray, forgive them now,
They know not what they do."
