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Irito !hs Hands. His Body dies, 7.“ 'Tis finish'd : " was the following
Retriev'd our loft Salvation.
Ye mourning sinners all ! rejoice
To hear this Declaration.
8. The sev'nth was,
“ Father! to thy
"My Soul and Spirit I commend.”
'I his be my last expression : A Parody of the foregoing.
Lord Jesu! when thou call'st me
Take me to thy poffeffion.
Weil man diesem, &c.
Ince of paschal Lamb so dear 2. The first bespeaks the depth of love,
So a Soldier took a spear:
Therewith made a token
In its Side, a rent so wide,
That quick Blood and Water
Gush'd out: Come ! poor man, fick 3. The second was, the great relief
At this Spring grow better.
Narrative of the Paffion.
Jesti leiden, pein und tod.
When we are hence removed. JESU's Love so lavish,
Wholesomely do ravish.
And all mankind's Redemption ? Since we now are Christians;
Thro' our Lamb's assistance.
Inward anguish feeling ;
Ló! he prayeth kneeling;
His Soul in extremity,
See, with what Distress for thee
3. Watch and pray! said he mean | There is no Reftri&tion more, time,
Turk or Moor disclaiming; Left ye be fupplanted;
Where thy Spirit finds a door, Tho' the spirit's wing would climb, Grace is surely streaming. Soon the Flesh is daunted.
9. JESU, from thy dol'rous Tree And indeed 'tis right for us,
My heart somewhat catches ; Praying, to seek Favour ;
Thy whole Body's agony Yea from meck Dependence thus Melts it and attaches. At no time to waver.
Let the blind and partial Jew 4. Whom all angels elle adore, Count such Christ not comely! Jesus in his brightness,
I will swear allegiance true Him to frengthen at this hour
To this Figure homely. Flies an Angel witness.
10. He, when most in pain he was, Peace's angel Oh to me
All things well adjusted, Send in my last Moments ; Call’d to mind his Mother's case, 'Midit intense mortality,
Her with John intrusted. Hide from me death's Torments. See, O man, thou daily keep 5. Accusations false, and Scorn, Just Walk, and Love yearning And the servants spittle,
Towards God and Men, then sleep By the faultle's God are borne,
Swect at moment's warning. Pure in truth and title!
11. JESU's grace does Paradise And thou finful and unjust,
Promise with an Amen Think'it it great invasion, To one, who think on me! cries, When some tongue hurts by its thrust Else could put no Claim in. Thy small Keputation.
Therefore thou, whoe'er thou art, 6. Judas by his fin was chokd; Still address God's Mercies, The crowd, that not weighing,
Tho' demerit, on thy part, Still the Governor provok'd,
Holds before thee Curses. Crying, Crucify Him!
12. Jesus all hath finished, But not Yudas sind alone ;
In himself connected I've by my Offences,
What in God's whole Book we read; Cruelty to my God shewn
Nothing more's expected. Under Love's pretences.
Weep not! the great Deeds of Christ
All for us did merit : 7. Jesus bears his heavy Cross, Whorcon he must suffer;
I, did this Truth not fubfift, Simon some part undergoes,
Had despaird in spirit. Yet not by free Offer.
13. Soon a Roman soldier's spear Lord, in Cross's Realm and field, Jesu's Side cuts open ;
(Give me thy Grace only) Some (who could the fact aver) Loads I'll carry uncompellid,
Look'd at what did happen. And not leave thee lonely.
Blood and Water plenteously
Thence the earth bedewed ; 8. Both thy Hands and Feet stretch'd
Ev'ry sex and age hereby
Is to Bliss renewed.
They have eqiated
14. Thy Corpse bury'd, Lord! the 2. At Six in the morning-time, dead
The Jews threat'nings breathing Had thee in their number.
Led him as a Rebel bale Let mine when in the tomb laid, To Pilate the Heathen; Have a happy Slumber :
Who did find him innocent, Then I'm sure, thro' thy wounds Without cause of dying, pow'r,
Sent him to Herod the King, It ihall, tho'it moulder,
Who did scorn and try him. When new-raised in thy hour,
3. At Nine was the Son of God Glorify its Builder.
Scourg'd, his Body trembles ;
And a crown of piercing Thorn 15. Jesu, I fall blessed be ;
Tore his facred Temples ;
With a purple Garment mock'd,
On all sides assailed, And its Ifues deadly.
And must bear the Cross to which 'Twas thy Blood which me releasid,
He was to be nailed. Precious, precious treasure! Wherein my whole mind and breast 4. Then at Noon the Son of God Find their endless pleasure,
To the Cross was nailed,
Where his fervent Pray'r and Blood 16. Jesu, thy sore Paffionis To me perfect sweetness;
For our Sins prevailed : There's betwixt thy Miseries,
The spectators shook their head,
Had him in derision,
Till the fun-light mourning fled
From so sad a vision,
5. At Three Jefus cry'd aloud, Now thy Hand disposes.
God I am forsaken! 17. JESU ! who hast once been dead, Soon was Vinegar and Gall Livert now for ever :
Offer'd, but not taken.
Then he yielded up the Ghost,
Earth did quake with wonder, But from thee, my faithful Lord
And the Temple's veil was rent, Who haft me redeemed,
Rocks were cleft asunder. Give me what thy Death procur'd! 6. At th’approaching Ev’ning-tide Mighty I esteem it.
Criminals bones were broken; 165.
But the spear pierc'd Jesu's Side,
For a lasting Token;
Which pour'd forth a double Flood
Both the Water and the Blood
Wash the guilty creature.
Took his dearest Master, Drago'd before a wicked Court, Laid him in his stately Tomb, And falsely accused,
Hewn in alabaster; Laugh'd at, mock'd and spit upon,
Nicodems Terribly abused.
Nicodem now void of fear,
Than what in his Agony Brought the richest spices :
Was from Jesus forced ! Thus these holy Men paid here For God's Juitice unto him Their last Sacrifices.
Our Sin's score had placed, 8. Grant, o Christ, thou ton of God! Whatsoe'er from earliest Time Throthy bitter paffion,
Young and old tranfgreffed. That we be thy Smarts reward, 5. Jesu's Death that Foe depos'd Joy in thy salvation;
From sway and advantage, That we always weigh the Cause Who Death's power had, and us'd
Of thy Death and suffring, To keep men in Bondage : And for chis, cho'poor we are,
He th' Hand-writing tore, and eas'd Bring thee our Thank-off'ring. Conscience from its thunder,
Bob. Br. The Partition-wall eras'd,
Rent the vail in sunder. 166.
6. Jesus is that grain of Wheat,
Which in death was bury'd,
That we, death's just captives, might Telul creutz, leiden und peint, Be to Life preferred:
This Grain much fruit 'fore our eyes Esu's Cross and
To God's Praise produces : Thy dear Lord and Saviour, His Flesh he for meat supplies, Christian Church! contemplatę o'er, For drink his Blocd's juices. Give him thanks for ever.
7. Jesu! since to Rule and sway Till death eas'd him of his pain, Thou art now advanced,
Think how he was wounded! Our old Adam kindly lay, That thou might'st, from guilt made The new be enhanced : clean,
Draw our Mind up towards thee, Be with grace surrounded.
Stronger ftill and stronger; 2. He did not his charge forget, Nor the Life from God deny Prov'd his poor flock's Keeper: To our fpirit's hunger.
B, B, Ere he went his doom to meet, He held Paschal Supper :
167. There he taught his little Train,
Johr xix. 38, &c.
als der betrubic tag, $c. Made the Cross a sweet path,
HEN that so troublous 3. Jesus to a garden went
Day was now concluded, For Pray'r, these Acts ended ; Wherein the World's Light was in Fell, thro' mind's embaralliment, darkness shrouded, Flat on earth extended ;
For Christ's Corpse one good man of Thrice his Father he address'd
rich condition With heart sharply troubled,
Made due provision. Bloody Sweat was from him pressid 2. And as 'twas needful to apply By grief fo redoubled.
Grave linnen, 4. A more sad and doleful Cry That Man bought fpices too, whose Earth and kies ne'er pierced,
Of love for Jesus, came from Talk
OW will we festivally fing, And one around them wreaths with pensive ardor
How Chrift, out of the fepulchre, The Linnen clean, while th'other Again did to his Church appear. intersperses
2. Those Women, with grief over1 The fragrant Spices.
pow'rd, There stood a Tomb new-made, Went early to embalm their Lord; for ure reserved.
But coming, found the grave unclos 'd By edge of reel in stone molt aptly Met also some of th' angel-host. carved,
3. Magdalen walk'd about the place, Where man's Remains ne'er lay, to When turning round, her eye surveys make it guilty
A Man, who aks, whom seekelt thou, As yet, or filthy:
O woman ? and why weep'st thou so? 5 Herein the Prince of all the Earth 4. Said the, Sir, if of that affair they bury,
You somewhat know, tell me where (The feast, the night, allow'd not far You've laid him? I'll soon take him to carry ;)
home, Likewise, as they all decency en- That corpse is of my with the sum. deavoar,
5. Mary! he cries; and her reply The Grave they cover.
Knowing Him now) was Rabboni : 6. As now the massy stone was o'er She fell down straightway at his feet, it placed,
Them, as ere now, to kils and Magdalen view'd, with tears, and 6. Glad the returns ; the others too mind distressed,
Did run, to th' twelve these things to That Mary also, who, in lofing Jefus, Loft a Son precious.
But Jesus met them on the road, 7. Those Women food who always And Greetings kind on them bedid him follow,
ftow'd. And saw, how he was laid in the Earth hollow;
7. They, prostrate, lowly homage
paid; Nor tirr'd, till by the rules of Sab. Then Jesus said, Be not afraid, bath-even
But to my Brethren go, tell them They home were driven.
How you saw that I living arg 8. Thou who to Reft retiredst after 8. They went with eagerness and Labour,
hafte, Let my Soul rest with thee as in its Told the Disciples what had passid: harbour,
Yet these could not believe it true, Whene'er, all service past, this Body Till their own eyes him next did weary'd
view. To thi grave is carry'd.