The Church.
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The Sacrifice.
OH all ye, who passe by, whose eyes and minde
To worldly things are sharp, but to me blinde;
To me, who took eyes that I might you finde:
Was ever grief like mine?
To worldly things are sharp, but to me blinde;
To me, who took eyes that I might you finde:
Was ever grief like mine?
The Princes of my people make a head
Against their Maker: they do wish me dead,
Who cannot wish, except I give them bread:
Was ever grief like mine?
Against their Maker: they do wish me dead,
Who cannot wish, except I give them bread:
Was ever grief like mine?
Without me each one who doth now me brave,
Had to this day been an Egyptian slave.
They use that power against me, which I gave!
Was ever grief like mine?
Had to this day been an Egyptian slave.
They use that power against me, which I gave!
Was ever grief like mine?
Mine own Apostle, who the bag did beare,
Though he had all I had, did not forbeare
To sell me also, and to put me there:
Was ever grief, &c.
Though he had all I had, did not forbeare
To sell me also, and to put me there:
Was ever grief, &c.
For thirty pence he did my death devise,
Who at three hundred did the ointment prize,
Not half so sweet as my sweet sacrifice:
Was ever grief, &c.
Who at three hundred did the ointment prize,
Not half so sweet as my sweet sacrifice:
Was ever grief, &c.
Therefore my soul melts, and my hearts deare treasure
Drops bloud (the onely beads) my words to measure:
Oh let this cup passe, if it be thy pleasure:
Was ever grief, &c.
Drops bloud (the onely beads) my words to measure:
Oh let this cup passe, if it be thy pleasure:
Was ever grief, &c.
These drops being temper'd with a sinners tears,
Balsome are for both the Hemispheres:
Curing all wounds, but mine; all, but my fears:
Was ever grief, &c.
Balsome are for both the Hemispheres:
Curing all wounds, but mine; all, but my fears:
Was ever grief, &c.
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