MANAHEM, THE ESSENIAN.THREE crosses in this noonday night uplifted,
|Three human figures that in mortal pain|
|Gleam white against the supernatural darkness;|
|Two thieves, that writhe in torture, and between them|
|The Suffering Messiah, the Son of Joseph,|| 5|
|Ay, the Messiah Triumphant, Son of David!|
|A crown of thorns on that dishonored head!|
|Those hands that healed the sick now pierced with nails,|
|Those feet that wandered homeless through the world|
|Now crossed and bleeding, and at rest forever!|| 10|
|And the three faithful Maries, over-whelmed|
|By this great sorrow, kneeling, praying, weeping!|
|O Joseph Caiaphas, thou great High-Priest,|
|How wilt thou answer for this deed of blood?|
SCRIBES and ELDERS.Thou that destroyest the Temple, and dost build it
|In three days, save thyself; and if thou be|
|The Son of God, come down now from the cross.|
CHIEF PRIESTS.Others he saved, himself he cannot save!
|Let Christ the King of Israel descend|
|That we may see and believe!|
SCRIBES and ELDERS. In God he trusted;
|Let Him deliver him, if He will have him,|
|And we will then believe.|
CHRISTUS. Father! forgive them;
|They know not what they do.|
THE IMPENITENT THIEF. If thou be Christ,
|Oh save thyself and us!|
THE PENITENT THIEF. Remember me,
|Lord, when thou comest into thine own kingdom.|| 25|
CHRISTUS.This day shalt thou be with me in Paradise.
MANAHEM.Golgotha! Golgotha! Oh the pain and darkness!
|Oh the uplifted cross, that shall forever|
|Shine through the darkness, and shall conquer pain|
|By the triumphant memory of this hour!|| 30|
SIMON MAGUS.O Nazarene! I find thee here at last!
|Thou art no more a phantom unto me!|
|This is the end of one who called himself|
|The Son of God! Such is the fate of those|
|Who preach new doctrines, T is not what he did,|| 35|
|But what he said, hath brought him unto this.|
|I will speak evil of no dignitaries.|
|This is my hour of triumph, Nazarene!|
THE YOUNG RULER.This is the end of him who said to me:
|Sell that thou hast, and give unto the poor!|| 40|
|This is the treasure in heaven he promised me!|
CHRISTUS.Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani!
A SOLDIER, preparing the hyssop.He calleth for Elias!
ANOTHER. Nay, let be!
|See if Elias now will come to save him!|
A SOLDIER. Give him the wormwood!
CHRISTUS, with a loud cry, bowing his head. It is finished!