This shows that the Redeemer showed no resentment, he spoke so calmly that the disciples thought that he referred to some ordinary business.
Leave thee! no, my dearest Saviour,
Thee whose blood my pardon bought;
Slight thy mercy, scorn thy favour!
Perish such an impious thought:
Where for peace could I resort?
But, O Lord, thou know’st my weakness,
Know’st how prone I am to stray;
God of love, of truth, of meekness,
Guide and keep me in thy way;
Let me never from thee stray.
My God, my God, was ever love,
Was ever lowliness like thine?
Amazed I beg thee to explain
Thine own mysterious love’s design.
Wondering I ask how can it be
That God should wait on man below?
That God’s own Son should stoop to me,
And wash a sinner white as snow?