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 seuen words of Christ vpon the Crosse. |
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The seuen words of Christ vpon the Crosse.
Pater ignosce illis, quia nesciunt quid faciunt.
Father
(our Sauiors loue to sinners, cries)
Forgiue them this their sin to me hath donne,
For they by vvhom my tortur'd body dies,
Know not they murder thy life-giuing sonne:
What I indure, in flesh and sprite deuiding,
They do it through blind ignorance misguiding.
Forgiue them this their sin to me hath donne,
For they by vvhom my tortur'd body dies,
Know not they murder thy life-giuing sonne:
What I indure, in flesh and sprite deuiding,
They do it through blind ignorance misguiding.
Oh Charity of vvondrous Admiration,
And patience farre extending humane sence,
Sunshine of grace, to deed of darke damnation,
True pardoner, to pardonlesse offence,
Not crauing ease for selfe sustaining vvoes,
But fauour for his persecuting foes.
And patience farre extending humane sence,
Sunshine of grace, to deed of darke damnation,
True pardoner, to pardonlesse offence,
Not crauing ease for selfe sustaining vvoes,
But fauour for his persecuting foes.
Pleading for those vvhose tongues did most defame him,
Soliciting for them that did accuse him,
Excusing such as vvickedly did blame him,
Tendring of loue vvhere hatred did refuse him,
Their ordur'd soules seeking so to refine,
Grace might reduce them to celestiall shine.
Soliciting for them that did accuse him,
Excusing such as vvickedly did blame him,
Tendring of loue vvhere hatred did refuse him,
Their ordur'd soules seeking so to refine,
Grace might reduce them to celestiall shine.
His sute imports, his holy thoughts did say,
Inflict not iustice on these sinne-defiled,
Vpon my flesh thine angers burden lay,
Graunt nothing be to thee vnreconsiled,
Least my redemption should vnperfect seeme,
Or any sinne I did not full redeeme.
Inflict not iustice on these sinne-defiled,
Vpon my flesh thine angers burden lay,
Graunt nothing be to thee vnreconsiled,
Least my redemption should vnperfect seeme,
Or any sinne I did not full redeeme.
He vvould not haue our sinnes ascend vp so,
That they should come vnto his fathers sight,
Nor yet his fathers vengeance fall so low,
That on vs sinne committers it should light,
But plac'd himselfe betwixt both vvrath and sinne,
True reconcilement, by true loue to vvinne.
That they should come vnto his fathers sight,
Nor yet his fathers vengeance fall so low,
That on vs sinne committers it should light,
But plac'd himselfe betwixt both vvrath and sinne,
True reconcilement, by true loue to vvinne.
For Murderers that gainst his life transgressed,
With meekest loue he humbly craued grace
For such, as their vile sinne left vnconfessed,
And still spit venome in their makers face,
That peirc'd his heart, from which his blood abounds,
To them he giues acquittance for his vvounds.
With meekest loue he humbly craued grace
For such, as their vile sinne left vnconfessed,
And still spit venome in their makers face,
That peirc'd his heart, from which his blood abounds,
To them he giues acquittance for his vvounds.
They to the Citty vvould not backe repaire,
Ere cruelty haue left him life-depriued,
He vvould not die, before his feruent praier,
Intreats to haue their dying soules reuiued,
His sprite from forth his body past no rather,
But forth his mouth went with it, Pardon father.
Ere cruelty haue left him life-depriued,
He vvould not die, before his feruent praier,
Intreats to haue their dying soules reuiued,
His sprite from forth his body past no rather,
But forth his mouth went with it, Pardon father.
FINIS.
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