As if I Mocked Alone (By: Horatius Bonar)

‘Twas I that shed the sacred blood;
    I nailed him to the tree;
I crucified the Christ of God;
I joined the mockery.

Of all that shouting multitude
   I feel that I am one;
And in that din of voices rude
   I recognize my own.

Around the cross the throng I see,
   Mocking the Sufferer’s groan;
Yet still my voice it seems to be,
   As if I mocked alone.