19. Thou unspotted Virgin,
Thy tender chafte Body
Was wounded with fcourging,
Torn, furrow'd, and bloody;
Thy Flesh all o'er the whips made
fore.

20. O Lord, who hath ever
Thy dear Flefh embraced,
And not of thy Favour
In fpirit well tafted?

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,
In this bloody manner,
With all thyThorn-crown's fmart,
And fhame, I thee honour:
Thy love this fhews, thou precious
Rofe !

29. O lavely Role blooming,
With prickles ftuck over!
Thy Colour, perfuming

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 Earth are made holy,
Made fruitful, forgiven
And purified folely;

And I thro' ye, ye Wounds, am free. 32. Midft

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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,
His Flesh, from him stripped,
Now painfully clinged

To what he wore,and tore him more. 34. To Calvary's mountain

His Crofs bare the Saviour;
Who, tho' he fell often,

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,
'Fore ev'ry Spectator;

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,
Becomes like the Saviour;

For God's mighty Power,
In this Blood hid, to us 's convey'd.
VII.

42. His Side's wound was given,
That by the Wounds-ladder,
From earth we to heaven
Might climb to the Father:
This Wound divine yields oil and
wine.

43. For this holy River,

This Blood fhed fa freely,
O dear bloody Saviour!
My Heart I will fell thee;
Now yield benign, and I'll run in.
44. Would't thou, Lamb unfpotted,
Here hide me, I'd deeply
Step into the Godhead,
And lie in it fweetly.
Bury and reft me in thy Breaft!
45. From out the Side gracious

The Blood-Wine proceedeth,
And Body of Jefus,

Which unto Life feedeth
Who right frequent the Sacrament.
46. The Wounds, which thee cover,
The five of rofe-colour,
Slew, when they ran over,

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,
Chears Pilgrims, and faves us;
Come then from each Nation,

there.

O who can, thou Prince of Peace,
Who didst thirst for our release,
Fully fathom all that's treasur'd
In thy Love's defign unmeafur'd!
3, Heal me, O my foul's Phyfician,
Wherefoe'er I'm fick or fad:
All the Woes of my condition
By thy Balfam be allay'd;
All the Hurts which Adam wrought,
Or which on myself I've brought.
If thy Blood me only cover,
My diftrefs will foon be over.
4. Jefu, deep on my Heart's table,
Deep thy bloody Wounds engrave;
That they may be memorable,
And no minute my mind leave.
Thou'rt indeed my highest Good,
End of all Solicitude:
Let me, at thy Feet abafed,
Be to taste thy Friendship raised.
5. Yes! thefe feet I'll clafp tenacious,
Nor will more be difpoffeft:
On thy Supplicant look gracious,
And the wishes of my breast,
Monarch of the cross fo mild!
Say, "Thy Prayer is fulfill'd,
All thy grief to joy is changed,
I have all thy Sins expunged.

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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
By Worlds on thee dependent,
With Spittle now besmear`d!

How art thou grown to fallow?
Who has thofe gracious Eyes,
Whose radiance knew no fellow,
Clouded in cruel wife?

3. Thy Cheeks fo florid colour,
Thy Lips once rofy grace,
Pale Death and heavy dolour
Did utterly deface:
Did thy whole Body wafted
To fuch a state reduce,
That there it lay exhausted

Of bloom, and ftrength, and juice.
4. Now, Lord, what thee tormented,
Was properly my Load!
I had the Debt augmented,

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,
When, earning my election,
Thy heartstrings broke in death,
I'll wait with foft affection,

And catch thy latest Breath.
7. It gives me folid pleasure,
My heart does not recoil,
When I dive in fome measure
Into thy Pangs and Toil;
Yea, could I, my life's Founder !
Upon thy Death and Crofs
My own life lofe, up render,

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
Love is crying
For Sinners dying!

with deep furrows,

fhallow,

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,