The first Dumpe.
On the first word.
Father forgiue them for they knovve not vvhat they doe.
Luck 23. verse 34.
1
What voice is this so shrill,
That soūds thus in mine eare
O put from them their sinns o god
That knovves not vvhats thy feare.
2
Is not thy voice o Christ?
On crosse vvhen thou didst hang,
And eke for those that did thee kill
Ist not thy voice that sang?
3
A tune to god on highe,
With vvhich his eare vvas pleasd,
To see thy deere loue stretch so farre
& made the vvorld so easd.
4
They knevve not vvhat they did
Was ere such a thing seene.
To pray for those that made a prey
In vvoes so sharp so keene.
5
O soule full oft thou hast
Not knovven vvhat thou hast done
Noe vvay for helpe to cure that greefe
But in thy Christ gods sonne.
6
O pray my soule for them
That hate thee to the graue,
And let not vvrath lodg vvith thee once
Its Christ that must thee saue.
7
When foes doe curse, blesse them
For Christ hath taught thee so;
who prayd for such as did him kill
And brought to curse, & vvoe.
