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His Anthem, to Christ on the Crosse.
When I behold Thee, almost slain,
With one, and all parts, full of pain:
When I Thy gentle Heart do see
Pierc't through, and dropping bloud, for me,
I'le call, and cry out, Thanks to Thee.
Vers.
With one, and all parts, full of pain:
When I Thy gentle Heart do see
Pierc't through, and dropping bloud, for me,
I'le call, and cry out, Thanks to Thee.
But yet it wounds my soule, to think,
That for my sin, Thou, Thou must drink,
Even Thou alone, the bitter cup
Of furie, and of vengeance up.
Chor.
Lord, I'le not see Thee to drink all
The Vineger, the Myrrhe, the Gall:
Ver. Chor.
But I will sip a little wine;
Which done, Lord say, The rest is mine.
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