19. Thou unspotted Virgin, 20. O Lord, who hath ever Thy Flesh and Blood my daily Food! 21. A little Drop farting And fpringing from Jefus, From all his wounds fmarting, My Heart moiftens gracious: Thus well I'm made, and comforted. 22. But lo! from the Shoulders A Blood-treafure cometh, Forc'd out by the foldiers, And on the ground runneth: O what great Good flows in that Blood! 23. Who, Lord, thy Love's bottom Hath known, or its Greatness? Who can thy Wounds fathom, Or measure their deepness? Wounds, open ye, and take in me! 27. From Crown and from Lashes, Scourge, fetters, and pillar, Bonds, pavement, he washes With deep purple colour : They all are made,with Blood-drops red! 28. Dear Heart of my own heart, 29. O lavely Role blooming, And tweet smelling Savour, Shall after thee, draw daily me. 30. No pains haft thou fpared, No Labour refused; No Blood in thy dear Head, (When that was so bruifed) Haft thou with-held; it all was fpill'd. 31. Thro' Blood things in Heaven And I thro' ye, ye Wounds, am free. 32. Midft 6 V. 32. Midft many beholders His Crofs he must carry; When fresh o'er his Shoulders, Beneath the Tree heavy, (His wounds renew'd) roll'd down the Blood. 33. From being fo whipped, His Raiment twice changed, To what he wore,and tore him more. 34. To Calvary's mountain His Crofs bare the Saviour; Ne'er chang'd his Behaviour; But bore his pain with patient mien. 35. His Footsteps all bloody, And painful, and num'rous, He leaves us mark'd ruddy; Where, fweating and dolorous, He breathing went, quite tir'd and fpent. VI. 36. He bitter Drink tasted, When fuch they him offer'd ; Then him they undressed, Which meekly he fuffer'd, Heavy and faint, bloody and spent. 37. Stripp'd naked, and shamed, Before all the Soldiers; He's mock'd and blafphemed By all the Beholders; Before his Eyes his Crofs-beam lies. 38. Just ready for flaughter, The Nail holes they bored, While exquifite Torture He, lamb-like endured; Dumb must he bear the Pain severe. 39. Yea, they throw him backward, His pain to make greater; So nail him, and naked, 40. The Lamb yonder nailed, No Blood will refufe us; It all must be spilled; His Love he thus fhews us : A four-fold Stream flows down from him. 41. Now furely, whoever Drinks this bloody Shower, For God's mighty Power, 42. His Side's wound was given, 43. For this holy River, This Blood fhed fa freely, The Blood-Wine proceedeth, Which unto Life feedeth Sin, Death, and their Ruler; But bring usPeace: O Wells of grace!^ Heb. ii. 14. 47. This holy Blood gives us God's Strength on occafion, Then up they rear, and mock him Come, small and great, the Wounds there. O who can, thou Prince of Peace, I. 222. Salve, caput cruentatum! Haupt voll blut und wunden. Head fo full of bruifes, So full of pain and Scorn, 'Midft other fore Abuses Mock'd with a crown of Thorn! O head, e'er now furrounded With brightest Majesty, Now pitiably wounded! Accept a kifs from me. 2. Thou Countenance tranfcendent, At other times rever'd How art thou grown to fallow? 3. Thy Cheeks fo florid colour, Of bloom, and ftrength, and juice. Which thou didst pay in Blood. Here ftand I, blufhing finner, On whom Wrath ought to light: But now, my health's Beginner! Thy Grace falutes my fight. 5. Affert me, my Preferver! My Shepherd, for me care! How many, all Good's Giver, To me thy benefits are! Thy Mouth, with words like honey And milk, hath me bedew'd; Thy Spirit with patrimony Of heav'nly joy endu'd. 6. I'll here with thee continue, (Tho' poor, despise me not) I'm one of thy retinue: As were I on the spot, And catch thy latest Breath. How fweet would be that lafs? 8. I thank thee with good reason, O Jefu, Eriend in need! For For thy Death's bitter season, To which thy love agreed. Grant me to lean unshaken On thy Fidelity, Until from hence I'm taken The Wounds themselves to fee. 9. When I fhall get permiflion To leave this mortal tent, (From pains and griefs difmiffion) Thyfelf just then prefent; And let my Mouth expiring On thy dear Breaft recline, And be true life acquiring From that pierc'd Heart of thine. 10. Appear as my Protector, Who turns to joy all tears; My Flesh and Bone (no spectre) With all thy Crofs's fears: While I thy gentle Vifage Survey, how glad and bold Shall I receive the Meffage, And let my limbs grow cold. I should have waded thro' this Sea of anguish, Which made thee languish. 4. How highly wonderful is this Proceeding! The Shepherd for his Sheep is free. ly bleeding, The Mafter pays for Servants mifbe. haviour, That loving Saviour! 5. The good one dies, who ne'er one bad deed acted; The wicked lives, who all the guilt contracted; Death's-punishment the Man efcapes, (tho' filthy,) And God's judg'd guilty. 6. There is no good at all in my whole Nature, Sin has diffus'd its Shame thro' ev'ry Feature; I had deferv'd eternal confternation And Condemnation. 7. O boundless Love! O Love beyond expreffion, Conftraining thee to chufe fuch bitter paffion! Whilst I liv'd in the World's and Sin's enjoyment, Thou chufeft Torment. 8. O greatest King! whofe power is unbounded, How can thy Mercy be aright expounded? The depth's too great: th' eternal Beat in the Face, thy Back plow'd 9. My mind to trace its limits is too with deep furrows, fhallow, Thy Temples crown'd with thorns,Thy dying Love all other love does in mock'ry hailed, To the Crofs nailed. 3. Why was thy Soul with hellish pain furrounded? Alas, my Sins have thee, my Saviour wounded! fwallow, |