Seauen Satyres Applyed to the weeke, including the worlds ridiculous follyes. True faelicity described in the Phoenix. Maulgre. Whereunto is annexed the wandring Satyre. By W. Rankins |
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Passio Christi.
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Passio Christi.
O Father if it be thy will, let this cup passe.
Diuine humane, humane Diuine, (my God)
Behold thy sonne, corruptlesse virgins flesh,
Spirit of the, which with thee hath abod,
Who than thy selfe (of thy selfe) is no lesse,
Vouchsafe thy heauenly issue so to blesse,
That, if thou wilt (ô wilt thou without wroth)
Let this cup passe I may not taste thereof.
Behold thy sonne, corruptlesse virgins flesh,
Spirit of the, which with thee hath abod,
Who than thy selfe (of thy selfe) is no lesse,
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That, if thou wilt (ô wilt thou without wroth)
Let this cup passe I may not taste thereof.
Thy bitter imposition comes of loue,
Therefore thy gracious will, not mine be done,
This bloudy swet a fathers name might mooue,
But (ô great righteousnes,) what is begun,
Saue many a child, by torment of one sonne:
Father eternall better thine heyre dye,
Than all the rest in vtter darkenes lye.
Therefore thy gracious will, not mine be done,
This bloudy swet a fathers name might mooue,
But (ô great righteousnes,) what is begun,
Saue many a child, by torment of one sonne:
Father eternall better thine heyre dye,
Than all the rest in vtter darkenes lye.
This anguish like a sucking serpent drawes,
My conduit-flowing veines of bloud so fast,
And my sharpe wounding passion will not pause,
But shewes me death to come, not torments past,
And pale aspect of weakenes stands agast:
Soueraigne of Kings supreme of ioyfull rest,
With thy imperiall scepter touch my brest.
My conduit-flowing veines of bloud so fast,
And my sharpe wounding passion will not pause,
But shewes me death to come, not torments past,
And pale aspect of weakenes stands agast:
Soueraigne of Kings supreme of ioyfull rest,
With thy imperiall scepter touch my brest.
But must thy deare begotten smart for all?
Must all the worlds huge sinnes be layd on me?
What shall I suffer then? what kinde of thral?
What cruell bondage? what sharpe misery?
What deaths? what frighting horrors must there be
If that one sinne and but of one man too,
Deserue hell fire? what shall all mens sinnes doe?
Must all the worlds huge sinnes be layd on me?
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What cruell bondage? what sharpe misery?
What deaths? what frighting horrors must there be
If that one sinne and but of one man too,
Deserue hell fire? what shall all mens sinnes doe?
For euery sinne of euery seuerall man,
(Sweet Father) must I beare a seuerall hell?
Why then my paine is pleasure yet began,
But in the end where must thy chosen dwell?
Where thou wilt Lord I will account all well:
Heauen, hell, death, life, I will endure my crosse.
Reckoning for one deaths conquering & lifes losse.
(Sweet Father) must I beare a seuerall hell?
Why then my paine is pleasure yet began,
But in the end where must thy chosen dwell?
Where thou wilt Lord I will account all well:
Heauen, hell, death, life, I will endure my crosse.
Reckoning for one deaths conquering & lifes losse.
All plagues, for all, all yoakes, my backe shal beare
Which in this brim-full cup of death I put.
And so auoide tempting cold shiuering feare,
For, I will drinke this draught of gall quite vp,
And my inuaded spirit from terror shut:
So take the resolution of thy Sonne,
For, Father not my will, but thine be done.
Which in this brim-full cup of death I put.
And so auoide tempting cold shiuering feare,
For, I will drinke this draught of gall quite vp,
And my inuaded spirit from terror shut:
So take the resolution of thy Sonne,
For, Father not my will, but thine be done.
Explicit Christus.
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