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And after ye broke my commands,
and brought yourself in snare of death,
I left my glory in the heavens,
humbled myself and came to earth,
to suffer sorrow, pain, and grief,
with scorn, disgrace and misery,
yet where is all your thankfulness,
and duty ye did owe to me?
They bound me like a common thief,
my back and sides with scourges dang,
they plait, and put upon my head
a crown of thorns both sharp and lang,
my sight grew dim, my head hang down,
I lost my life most painfully,
but now where's all your thankfulness,
and duty ye did owe to me?
And then they led me to the cross,
and nail'd me fast both feet and hands,
full oft they spat into my face,
a spear throughout my side they ran,
the streams of blood which then outran
ran down my sides most piteously;
but now no part have ye therein;
this may you dread when thou'rt to die.
You have embrac'd more joyfulness
in one hour's pleasure of your sin,
than all the love you had to me,
since I put life your breast within,