489. NIgh to the fatal, and yet fo. v'reign Wood, Which crouds of wondring angels did furround, Devoutly fad the holy Mother ftood, And view'd her Son,and fympathiz'd with ev'ry wound. 2. Angelic piety in her mournful face, Like rays of light thro' watry cloud, did fhine; Two mighty paffions in her breaft took place, And like her Son, the appear'd half human, half divine. 3. She faw a blacker and more tragic scene, Than e'er the Sun before, or then would fee; In vain did nature draw her dusky skreen, It bled to hear that Voice of grief and dread, Which the earth's pillars and foundations fhook; Which rent the rocks, and woke the fleeping dead; She faw, and wept, and felt the My God, my God, O why, why haft thou 4. dreadful Agony. Grief in the abstract fure can rife no higher, Than that which this deep tragedy did move ; She faw in tortures, and in shame, expire Her Son, her God, her Worship and her Love. me for fook? 5. That facred Head, which all di-11. vine and bright, To which a Star paid tributary light, kifs'd, ador'd and bleft; Whose Air divine threw's traitors to the ground; flow'rs, left by the fun, are charg'd with ev'ning dew. But fee, grief spreads her empire ftill more wide, A barb'rous hand wounds his now Another fpring of tears begins to flow, fenfeless Side; And death that ends the Son's, re news the Mother's woe. 12. She fees now by the rude inhu man ftroke The myftic River flow, and in her breaft Wonders, by what ftrange figure th' Angel spoke, She faw with pointed circles of rude When amongst all the Daughters he thorns embrac'd. pronounc'd her bleft. 13. Thus The angel Gabriel, fure was fent again, To flem the tide of grief, and qualify her fear. 15. A large Perspective, wrought by hands divine, * What have we done, my Soul, for all this love? How have we labour'd, and how have we strove Our due returns of Gratitude to prove? No more, dear Lord, by avarice, luft or pride, By envy,or by one known Sin befide, I'll pierce (I hope) thy Hands, or Feet, or Side. * No more I'll crucify my Lord, no more Let my tears speak the reft, while I adore. 491. Lord deny'd : He fet beforeher firft enlighten'd eye,LO! Peter weeps, that he his ('Twas hewn out of the Heaven cry-Wo's me! this I, more than faint stalline) 490. Peter, did. 2. As often as I chofe and woo'd fome Vice, (And this, alas! has chanc'd much more than thrice,) 3. As oft as I receiv'd a Luft or fin, I've thruft my Jefus out, to take it in. 4. If fins do now, what the fierce What various ways I've his Tormentor been! 5.My Doubts have bound his Hands; and by my Pride A Bleeding Heart I will present I did difrobe him, and his Form de to thee, Who to thy Father didft prefent for ride. 6. I've fcourg'd him, by each act of Cruelty: His Crown of Thorns, was my Hy pocrify. 7. Diflike ev'n to his Person, was the Dart That finish'd all, the fpear that pierc'd his Heart. and 8. Methinks I fee him look, cry And live above the reach of hope and fear, Sickness and death, and what's uneafy here? 5. And by all this, your Godhead too to prove? I recollect it all with Faith and love; With faith and love, and hope, and joy and praise, To you my Heart and my affections 1. raife. 493. HE Lord of Sabbath * let us praise, In concert with the bleft; Who joyful in harmonious Lays Employ an endless Rest. * Mark ii, 28. upon Thofe Souls below, that face to thee; pant thy And among them, dear Lord, remember me. 5. And now, my Lord, be pleas'd, before you go, To hear one Pray'r of him that stays below. 6. Let not my Disobedience to thee, My floth, or pride, or luft, or vanity, 7. Anger, or avarice, or gluttony, (Envy, or other my impiety,) Long keep me from afcending after Thee. 8. O let me here, my Lord, no longer ftay, Than till by Penitence fit to come 14. What fhall I do on Earth, here without thee: Unless this token thou vouchfafe to me? 15. Nor fafe nor holy can my Paffage be, True and faithful let me be True and faithful to thy Spouse, As long as I ftay here below, Send me grace to fee and know, How I may moft Glory bring, Love, obedience, to my King. I'd not only fee and know; I bow and beg, that you may find During this my little Stay, Send it, Jefu, from above, 496. The Apostles parting from our Lord. Unless this blood-mark, thou vouch-pEter.] Farewel, dear Lord, I kiss fafe to me. 16. Thee and thy Glories I fhall ne. ver fee, Unless this passport thou vouchlafe to me. 495. Leffed Lord, before you go, Band leave me weeping here be low; What I beg, on me bestow. your facred Feet! James, And there in joys Thomas.] Farewel, till I come up Bartholomew.] Jefu! and I too kifs thy facred Feet. Philip. How many Paffions at our parting meet? Till I come home and wait on Matthew.] Sorrow, fear, love and you, Let me faithful be and true. joy, indeed all these : James, Son Oh! turn them all to of Alpheus. Sone,foon as you please. Simon.] Simon Zelotes.] O take me up, and turn them all to Love: 498. Jude, Brother? That dear fweet paf. What is't, Lord, that you would have me do, Before I leave this World, and come to you? 2. Glory and love you'd have me bring you ftill: As much as I can bring thee in, I will. 3. I'm griev'd that 'tis no more; griev'd that I know To how small Purpose 'tis I stay below. |