The Betraying of Christ Ivdas in despaire. The seuen Words of our Sauior on the Crosse. With Other Poems on the Passion [by Samuel Rowlands] |
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Deus meus, deus meus, vt quid me dereliquisti?
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Deus meus, deus meus, vt quid me dereliquisti?
My
God (said Christ) vvhen God to God cōplained,
My God, vvho am true God and perfect man,
Why hast thou my distres'd estate refrained,
Thou doest seuere sinnes imputation scan,
Forsaken in this strait, thy selfe bereauing,
Me to afflictions cruel'st torments leauing.
My God, vvho am true God and perfect man,
Why hast thou my distres'd estate refrained,
Thou doest seuere sinnes imputation scan,
Forsaken in this strait, thy selfe bereauing,
Me to afflictions cruel'st torments leauing.
Vntaught (till now) vvas Iesus to complaine,
Though infinite the vvrongs he vnder-went,
He vvelcom'd euery torment, greefe, and paine,
Afflictions could not mooue his discontent,
All gaue offence, vvhich he imputes to none,
Only his father now accus'd alone.
Though infinite the vvrongs he vnder-went,
He vvelcom'd euery torment, greefe, and paine,
Afflictions could not mooue his discontent,
All gaue offence, vvhich he imputes to none,
Only his father now accus'd alone.
When violence did vvith outrage apprehend him,
His patient yeelding did most meekely beare it,
When blasphemies vvith taunts of spight offend him,
He silent seem'd as though he did not heare it,
In all the furie they did execute,
He stood like lambe before the shearer mute.
His patient yeelding did most meekely beare it,
When blasphemies vvith taunts of spight offend him,
He silent seem'd as though he did not heare it,
In all the furie they did execute,
He stood like lambe before the shearer mute.
He not complain'd of Peter that denide him,
Nor yet of Iudas that most false betrayde him,
Nor those in Pilats hall, that did deride him,
Nor gracelesse Iewes (his owne) that disobay'd him:
But his complaint vvas of his father made,
Not meant to those denide, condemn'd, betray'de.
Nor yet of Iudas that most false betrayde him,
Nor those in Pilats hall, that did deride him,
Nor gracelesse Iewes (his owne) that disobay'd him:
But his complaint vvas of his father made,
Not meant to those denide, condemn'd, betray'de.
Gods angry vvrath seuerely set gainst sinne,
(The vvares that Sathan sold, man dearely bought)
With losse of grace the trafficke did beginne,
Heau'ns losse, soules death, hels dome eternall vvrought,
That vvrath on Christs humanity abounded,
Who only cur'd, vvhat sinne had mortall vvounded.
(The vvares that Sathan sold, man dearely bought)
With losse of grace the trafficke did beginne,
Heau'ns losse, soules death, hels dome eternall vvrought,
That vvrath on Christs humanity abounded,
Who only cur'd, vvhat sinne had mortall vvounded.
As man threw sinne at God, as in despight,
And God cast plagues, on man reuenge to fall,
The sinne vvherewith man gainst his God did fight,
And punishments God chastned man vvithall,
On Christ (that stood twixt wrath and sinne) was laid,
He could not sinne, yet sinners sinne vvas made.
And God cast plagues, on man reuenge to fall,
The sinne vvherewith man gainst his God did fight,
And punishments God chastned man vvithall,
On Christ (that stood twixt wrath and sinne) was laid,
He could not sinne, yet sinners sinne vvas made.
He laid our sorrowes burden on his sprite,
When he indur'd his bitter agonie,
He tooke our death on him, vvounding deaths might,
When he on crosse, Deaths conquerour did die.
He vnderwent afflictions heauiest loade,
Reducing soules from hell, to heau'ns aboade.
When he indur'd his bitter agonie,
He tooke our death on him, vvounding deaths might,
When he on crosse, Deaths conquerour did die.
He vnderwent afflictions heauiest loade,
Reducing soules from hell, to heau'ns aboade.
FINIS.
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