Divine hymns Upon the Nativity, Passion, Resurrection, and Ascension, of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, &c. Written By the late Reverend and Learned Dr. Henry More ... At the Request of a Person of Quality |
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AN HYMN Upon the Passion of CHRIST
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AN HYMN Upon the Passion of CHRIST
The faithful Shepherd from on high
Came down to seek his strayed Sheep,
Which in this Earthly Dale did lie,
Of Grief and Death the Region deep.
Those Glories and those Joys above
'Twas much to quit for Sinners sake:
But yet behold far greater Love,
Such Pains and Toils to undertake.
Came down to seek his strayed Sheep,
Which in this Earthly Dale did lie,
Of Grief and Death the Region deep.
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'Twas much to quit for Sinners sake:
But yet behold far greater Love,
Such Pains and Toils to undertake.
An abject Life, which all despise,
The Lord of Glory underwent,
And with the Wicked's worldly guize
His righteous Soul for Grief was rent.
His Innocence Contempt attends,
His Wisdom and his Wonders great;
Envy on these her Poison spends,
And Pharasaick Rage their Threats.
The Lord of Glory underwent,
And with the Wicked's worldly guize
His righteous Soul for Grief was rent.
His Innocence Contempt attends,
His Wisdom and his Wonders great;
Envy on these her Poison spends,
And Pharasaick Rage their Threats.
At last their Malice boil'd so high
As Witnesses false to suborn,
The Lord of Life to cause to die,
His Body first with Scourges torn.
With royal Robes in scorn th'him dight,
And with a wreath of Thorns him crown:
A Scepter-Reed, in farther spight,
They add unto his Purple Gown.
As Witnesses false to suborn,
The Lord of Life to cause to die,
His Body first with Scourges torn.
With royal Robes in scorn th'him dight,
And with a wreath of Thorns him crown:
A Scepter-Reed, in farther spight,
They add unto his Purple Gown.
Then scoffingly they bend the Knee,
And spit upon his Sacred Face;
And after hang him on a Tree
Betwixt two Thieves, for more Disgrace.
With Nails they pierc'd his Hands and Feet,
The Blood thence trickled to the ground:
The Pangs of Death his Countenance sweet
And lovely Eyes with Night confound.
And spit upon his Sacred Face;
And after hang him on a Tree
Betwixt two Thieves, for more Disgrace.
With Nails they pierc'd his Hands and Feet,
The Blood thence trickled to the ground:
The Pangs of Death his Countenance sweet
And lovely Eyes with Night confound.
Thus laden with our weight of Sin,
This spotless Lamb himself bemoans,
And while for us he Life doth win,
Quits his own Breath with deep-fetch'd Groans.
Affrighted Nature shrinketh back,
To see so direful dismal sight;
The Earth doth quake, the Mountains crack,
Th'abashed Sun withdraws his Light.
This spotless Lamb himself bemoans,
And while for us he Life doth win,
Quits his own Breath with deep-fetch'd Groans.
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To see so direful dismal sight;
The Earth doth quake, the Mountains crack,
Th'abashed Sun withdraws his Light.
Then can we, Men, so senseless be,
As not to melt in flowing Tears,
Who Cause were of his Agony,
Who suffer'd thus to cease our Fears:
To reconcile us to our God
By this his precious Sacrifice,
And shield us from his wrathful Rod,
Wherewith he Sinners doth chastise?
As not to melt in flowing Tears,
Who Cause were of his Agony,
Who suffer'd thus to cease our Fears:
To reconcile us to our God
By this his precious Sacrifice,
And shield us from his wrathful Rod,
Wherewith he Sinners doth chastise?
O wicked Sin to be abhorr'd,
That God's own Son thus forc'd to die!
O Love profound to be ador'd;
That found so potent Remedy!
O Love more Strong than Pain and Death,
To be repaid by nought but Love,
Whereby we vow our Life and Breath
Entire to serve our God above!
That God's own Son thus forc'd to die!
O Love profound to be ador'd;
That found so potent Remedy!
O Love more Strong than Pain and Death,
To be repaid by nought but Love,
Whereby we vow our Life and Breath
Entire to serve our God above!
For who for shame durst now complain
Of dolorous dying unto Sin,
While he recounts the hideous Pain
His Saviour felt our Souls to win?
Or who can harbour Anger fell,
Envy, revengeful Spight or Hate,
If he but once consider well
Our Saviour lov'd at such a rate?
Of dolorous dying unto Sin,
While he recounts the hideous Pain
His Saviour felt our Souls to win?
Or who can harbour Anger fell,
Envy, revengeful Spight or Hate,
If he but once consider well
Our Saviour lov'd at such a rate?
Wherefore, Lord, since thy Son most just,
His natural Life for us did spill;
Grant we our sinful Lives and Lusts
May Sacrifice unto his Will.
That to our selves we being dead,
Henceforth to Him may wholly live,
Who us to free from danger dread
Himself a Sacrifice did give.
His natural Life for us did spill;
Grant we our sinful Lives and Lusts
May Sacrifice unto his Will.
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Henceforth to Him may wholly live,
Who us to free from danger dread
Himself a Sacrifice did give.
Grant that the sense of so great Love
Our Souls to him may firmly tie,
And forcibly us all may move
To live in mutual Amity.
That no pretence to Hate or Strife
May rise from any Injury,
Since thy dear Son, the Lord of Life,
For love of us (when Foes) did die.
Our Souls to him may firmly tie,
And forcibly us all may move
To live in mutual Amity.
That no pretence to Hate or Strife
May rise from any Injury,
Since thy dear Son, the Lord of Life,
For love of us (when Foes) did die.
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