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CHRIST IN HIS PASSION.

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What bruises doe I see!
What hideous stripes are those!
Could any cruell bee
Enough, to giue such blowes?
Looke, how they bind his armes
And uex his soule with scornes,
Upon his hayre
They make him weare
A crowne of pearcing thornes.
Through hands and feete
Sharpe nayles they beate;
And now the crosse they reare:
Many looke on;
But onely John
Stands by to sigh, Mary to shed a teare.

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Why did hee shake for cold?
Why did hee glow for heate?
Dissolue that frost hee could,
Hee could call backe that sweate.
Those bruises, strippes, bonds, tauntes,
Those thornes, which thou didst see,
Those nayles, that crosse,
His own life's losse
Why, O why sufferr'd hee?
'Twas for thy sake.
Thou, thou didst make
Him all those torments beare:
If then his loue
Doe thy soule mooue,
Sigh out a groane, weep downe a melting teare.
Ex dolore gaudium.