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The Works of Mr. Robert Gould

In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould]

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On Good Friday.
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On Good Friday.

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No Songs of Triumph now be sung,
Cease all your sprightful Airs;
Let Sorrow silence ev'ry Tongue,
And Joy dissolve to Tears:
See! where opprobriously for us
Our bleeding SAVIOUR's nail'd!
Ah see! while Death he suffers thus,
How much our Sins prevail'd!

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We were devoted to the Stroke,
At us the Bolt was thrown;
He stept between, the Torture took,
And made our Guilt his own.
Ah! think what Agonies he felt!
How vast the Weight he bore!
And let your Souls in weeping melt,
And bleed at ev'ry Pore!

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Desponding—let all Heads decline,
All Arms be hung across;
Let Angels in our Sorrows join,
And Nature groan his Loss!
The op'ning Graves, the Temple torn
Our Stony Hearts shou'd rend;
Shou'd make us melt shou'd make us mourn,
Nor only mourn but mend.

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If at this Sight we don't Repent,
What other Sight can move!
Ingrateful! shou'd we not relent,
And pay such Love, with Love:
If still Contrition is forgot,
And we our Sins retain;
As far as it concerns our Lot,
He yet but died in vain.