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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The death of Death, sinnes Pardon, and soules Ransome.
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The death of Death, sinnes Pardon, and soules Ransome.
O sinfull soule, the cause of Iesus passion,
Put sorrowes on, and sighing view thy guilt,
Bring all thy thoughts, fix thē on meditation,
weep drops of tears, for streams of blood christ spilt:
Summon thy fostred sins, selfe-hatched euils,
And cast them low as hell, they are the deuils.
Put sorrowes on, and sighing view thy guilt,
Bring all thy thoughts, fix thē on meditation,
weep drops of tears, for streams of blood christ spilt:
Summon thy fostred sins, selfe-hatched euils,
And cast them low as hell, they are the deuils.
Seat vertue riuall, vvhere vsurping vice
Had seaz'd for Sathan to possesse thy heart,
And though the traitor flesh from grace intice,
Yet yeeld thy sauiuor his deere purchast part,
The greatest loue that heav'n or earth dooth know,
Did heav'ns free-loue on hels bond-slaues bestow.
Had seaz'd for Sathan to possesse thy heart,
And though the traitor flesh from grace intice,
Yet yeeld thy sauiuor his deere purchast part,
The greatest loue that heav'n or earth dooth know,
Did heav'ns free-loue on hels bond-slaues bestow.
He left his fathers glorious right-hand seat,
To liue euen vvhere his earthly footstoole stands,
Vnmou'd thereto by our submisse intreat,
No suite of clay obtain'd it at his hands,
No power in vs, no humane vvill that sought it,
It vvas his loue, grace freely giuen vvrought it.
To liue euen vvhere his earthly footstoole stands,
Vnmou'd thereto by our submisse intreat,
No suite of clay obtain'd it at his hands,
No power in vs, no humane vvill that sought it,
It vvas his loue, grace freely giuen vvrought it.
O loue of soules, deaths victor, true life-giuer,
What charitie did ouercome thee so,
To die, that man might be eternall liuer,
Being thine aduerse disobedient foe?
For friends if one should die, vvere rarely much,
But die for foes, the vvorld affoords none such?
What charitie did ouercome thee so,
To die, that man might be eternall liuer,
Being thine aduerse disobedient foe?
For friends if one should die, vvere rarely much,
But die for foes, the vvorld affoords none such?
An ignominious death, in shames account,
Of odious censure, and contempts disgrace,
On Caluarie, a stincking dunghill Mount,
For murderers the common fatall place.
There di'de the Angels brightnesse, God and man,
There death vvas vanquisht, and true life began.
Of odious censure, and contempts disgrace,
On Caluarie, a stincking dunghill Mount,
For murderers the common fatall place.
There di'de the Angels brightnesse, God and man,
There death vvas vanquisht, and true life began.
Yet there began not Iesus suffering,
Nor in the garden vvith his soules vexation:
There he performd victorious conquering,
His life vvas nothing els but stintlesse passion.
From cratch to crosse, hee trod a painefull path,
Betwixt our guilt, and Gods reuengefull vvrath.
Nor in the garden vvith his soules vexation:
There he performd victorious conquering,
His life vvas nothing els but stintlesse passion.
From cratch to crosse, hee trod a painefull path,
Betwixt our guilt, and Gods reuengefull vvrath.
What paines, their paines to Iesus not impart?
What moment tortures vvant did he indure?
What anguish addes not to his greeued heart?
What minute vvas he sorrowlesse, secure?
What age, vvherein his troubles were neglected?
What people, but his death cheefly affected?
What moment tortures vvant did he indure?
What anguish addes not to his greeued heart?
What minute vvas he sorrowlesse, secure?
What age, vvherein his troubles were neglected?
What people, but his death cheefly affected?
In eies he suffred monefull showres of teares,
His face had spittings and dispightfull blowes,
Blasphemous speech vpbraid his sacred eares,
Most loathsome carrion stinckes entred his nose,
Gaule in his mouth, the holiest hands were bound,
Hands, feet, heart, head, were nailed, pierc'd & crownd.
His face had spittings and dispightfull blowes,
Blasphemous speech vpbraid his sacred eares,
Most loathsome carrion stinckes entred his nose,
Gaule in his mouth, the holiest hands were bound,
Hands, feet, heart, head, were nailed, pierc'd & crownd.
From his birth-hower, vntill his life-lost blood,
What moment past vvherein hee did not merite?
What minute scap'd imploiment vnto good,
Who did implore his grace, and he deferre it?
How painfully his preaching spent the day,
How watchfully his nights vvere houres to pray.
What moment past vvherein hee did not merite?
What minute scap'd imploiment vnto good,
Who did implore his grace, and he deferre it?
How painfully his preaching spent the day,
How watchfully his nights vvere houres to pray.
Whom taught this Truth, that him for truth beleeued?
Though truth vvithout his presence ne're vvas knowne?
With whom did he conuerse and vvas vngreeued?
How ill intreated euen amongst his owne?
Though foxe and bird could find both hole and nest,
Where found his head, reposed place for rest?
Though truth vvithout his presence ne're vvas knowne?
With whom did he conuerse and vvas vngreeued?
How ill intreated euen amongst his owne?
Though foxe and bird could find both hole and nest,
Where found his head, reposed place for rest?
Pouertie hee indured in the manger,
Warre vvith the tempter in the vvildernesse,
Exile in Ægypt, forc'd by tirants danger,
And on the vvay o're-painfull vvearinesse,
In all his speech and actions, contradictions
Laden vvith vvrongs, burdned vvith dire afflictions.
Warre vvith the tempter in the vvildernesse,
Exile in Ægypt, forc'd by tirants danger,
And on the vvay o're-painfull vvearinesse,
In all his speech and actions, contradictions
Laden vvith vvrongs, burdned vvith dire afflictions.
VVith hungers sword food-giuer vvas acquainted,
And that the stone-presenting deuill saw,
At Iacobs vvell vvith thirst he vvel-nie fainted,
VVhile pinching vvoman stood on tearmes to draw:
All vvants and vvoes impos'd vpon him still,
And his obedience suffered euery ill.
And that the stone-presenting deuill saw,
At Iacobs vvell vvith thirst he vvel-nie fainted,
VVhile pinching vvoman stood on tearmes to draw:
All vvants and vvoes impos'd vpon him still,
And his obedience suffered euery ill.
Traitor-led troopes by night did apprehend him,
Haling him cruell to the iudgement hall,
VVhere all inflicted torments did offend him,
And mockeries to greeue his soule vvithall,
There Iudge vvas iudg'd, king scorned, priest abus'd,
And of all lust, the lust vniustly vs'd.
Haling him cruell to the iudgement hall,
VVhere all inflicted torments did offend him,
And mockeries to greeue his soule vvithall,
There Iudge vvas iudg'd, king scorned, priest abus'd,
And of all lust, the lust vniustly vs'd.
Thence to his death, vvith clamours, shouts, and cries,
Theeues at his side, the torturing hangman by him,
His crosse (his burden) borne before his eies,
Hart-launcing Longius, the Centurion nie him,
His friends aloofe inuiron'd round vvith foes,
Thus vnto death, soules loue, sweet Iesus goes.
Theeues at his side, the torturing hangman by him,
His crosse (his burden) borne before his eies,
Hart-launcing Longius, the Centurion nie him,
His friends aloofe inuiron'd round vvith foes,
Thus vnto death, soules loue, sweet Iesus goes.
Victoriously vpon the dunghill field,
He manag'd combate vvith the roaring Lion,
Old serpent, death and hell at once did yeeld,
All vanquisht by triumphant lambe of Sion,
Performing in that glorious bloodie fight,
The euer conquest of infernall might.
He manag'd combate vvith the roaring Lion,
Old serpent, death and hell at once did yeeld,
All vanquisht by triumphant lambe of Sion,
Performing in that glorious bloodie fight,
The euer conquest of infernall might.
FINIS.
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