The Young Mans Meditation or Some few Sacred Poems upon Select Subjects, and Scriptures. By Samuel Crossman |
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[Thus died the Prince of life, thus he]
He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and with his stripes we are healed,
Isa. 53.5.
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Thus died the Prince of life, thus heThat could not die, even died for me.
My thoughtful heart, Lord! shall arise,
And ponder these deep mysteries.
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What means his death, who knew no sin?Or what my life, who live therein?
Mine was the debt, and death my due,
Though thou wast pleas'd thy Son to sue.
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Thou Lord! wast pleas'd on him to layThe debt, and he the price to pay.
Thy Gospell feasts, though sweet to me,
Are th' Emblems of his Agony.
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And oh! how great his sufferings were;Who th' wrath of God, and man did bear.
The Father then forsakes the Son;
And Creatures 'gainst their Maker run.
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Judas betraies, Disciples flee;Whil'st Jews, and Romans crucifie.
Hereat the Sun furls up his light,
And cloaths the Earth in sable night.
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The joyless Stars even seem'd to say,Israel had quench'd the Lamp of day.
The stubbourn Mountains they lament,
The Rocks they are asunder rent,
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The Graves their sealed doors unclose,The Dead awakened also rose.
Th' amaz'd Centurion mourning cries,
Oh! 'tis the Son of God, that dies.
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Thus these all labour to confessThy Deity, thy righteousness.
Enough dear Lord! these offer me
Supports for th' utmost faith in thee.
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