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Christes Crowne is sharpe.
The cruel thornes with wc our Lord was crowned
Were sorely sharpe that shed his sacred blood:
A gratious loue, in glorious life renowned,
To hurt it selfe to doe his seruants good.
Were sorely sharpe that shed his sacred blood:
A gratious loue, in glorious life renowned,
To hurt it selfe to doe his seruants good.
But while those points did pricke his sacred head,
Sinne, death, and Sathan, all were deadly wounded:
O blessed Christ that so my comforts bred,
As by thy death, both death and hell confounded!
Sinne, death, and Sathan, all were deadly wounded:
O blessed Christ that so my comforts bred,
As by thy death, both death and hell confounded!
Blest were the drops of so deuine a nature,
As shed by sinners were the death of sin:
And blessed Christ that so didst blesse thy creature,
As by thy death didst his best life begin.
As shed by sinners were the death of sin:
And blessed Christ that so didst blesse thy creature,
As by thy death didst his best life begin.
Yet let me weepe to see his head so bleeding,
That is my heart and spirits onely feeding.
That is my heart and spirits onely feeding.
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