Poems on Several Occasions by Samuel Wesley. The Second Edition, with Additions |
On the Passion of Our Saviour.
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Poems on Several Occasions | ||
On the Passion of Our Saviour.
I
From whence these dire Portents around,That Earth and Heav'n amaze?
Wherefore do Earthquakes cleave the Ground?
Why hides the Sun his Rays?
II
Not thus did Sinai's trembling HeadWith sacred Horror nod,
Beneath the dark Pavilion spread
Of Legislative God!
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III
Thou Earth, thy lowest Centre shake,With Jesu sympathise!
Thou Sun, as Hell's deep Gloom be black,
'Tis thy Creator dies!
IV
What Tongue the Tortures can declareOf this vindictive Hour?
Wrath he alone had Will to share,
As he alone had Pow'r!
V
See streaming from th' accursed TreeHis all-atoning Blood!
Is this the Infinite? 'Tis he!
My Saviour and my God!
VI
For Me these Pangs his Soul assail,For Me the Death is born!
My Sin gave Sharpness to the Nail,
And pointed ev'ry Thorn.
VII
Let Sin no more my Soul enslave,Break, Lord, the Tyrant's Chain;
Oh, save Me whom Thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed nor die in vain!
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