Hymn VII. For Fryday.
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The Beasts of the Earth, and all creeping Things were
made upon this Day. Mankind, this day, received
being from the dust of the Earth; and upon this
day of the weeke, the Son of God suffred on the
Crosse for our Salvation; all which are to Gods glory, commemorated in this Hymn.
Sing this as the Lamentation.
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The sixth Daies Light may weekly bring,
Such things of moment, still to mind;
That, Hymns and Songs of Praise to sing,
I many just Occasions find.
For, ev'ry little worme I see,
And, ev'ry Beast, I looke upon,
Remembrances are made to mee,
Of that which on this day was done.
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As on this Day, these, first were made.
As on this very day, likewise,
That Root, whence I my Being had,
Out of the Dust, did first arise.
And (though our Grandame was the same,
Which Beasts, and Wormes to light did bring)
Man, by Gods grace, this Day, became
Chief Lord of each created thing.
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This Day, moreover, when by Sin,
Possessions, Honours, Life, and all,
For ever, Forfeited had bin,
God, had compassion on our Fall.
And, that we might not be undone
(Without all hope to cure our losse)
Vpon this Day, his onely Son,
Did suffer for us, on the Crosse.
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This Day, the Scorn, the spight, the pain,
Which I deserved to endure,
My blest Redeemer did sustain,
That I might Saving-health procure.
This Day, with nailes his Flesh was torn;
This Day, the Speare did wound his side.
This Day, he wore a crown of Thorn.
This Day, for me, my Saviour dide.
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Lord, let the Mercies of this day,
No Day, hereafter, be forgot.
Let not an houre quite passe away
Wherein, thy servant minds them not.
At least, vouchsafe, that, whilst I live,
I may record them once a week;
And, let this Hymn occasion give,
That, other men may do the like.
