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The Church.
Then with a scarlet robe they me aray;
Which shews my bloud to be the onely way,
And cordiall left to repair mans decay:
Was ever grief like mine?
Which shews my bloud to be the onely way,
And cordiall left to repair mans decay:
Was ever grief like mine?
Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear:
For these are all the grapes Sion doth bear,
Though I my vine planted and watred there:
Was ever grief, &c.
For these are all the grapes Sion doth bear,
Though I my vine planted and watred there:
Was ever grief, &c.
So sits the earths great curse in Adams fall
Upon my head: so I remove it all
From th' earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall:
Was ever grief, &c.
Upon my head: so I remove it all
From th' earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall:
Was ever grief, &c.
Then with the reed they gave to me before,
They strike my head, the rock from whence all store
Of heav'nly blessings issue evermore:
Was ever grief, &c.
They strike my head, the rock from whence all store
Of heav'nly blessings issue evermore:
Was ever grief, &c.
They bow their knees to me, and cry, Hail king,
What ever scoffes or scornfulnesse can bring,
I am the floore, the sink, where they it fling:
Was ever grief, &c.
What ever scoffes or scornfulnesse can bring,
I am the floore, the sink, where they it fling:
Was ever grief, &c.
Yet since mans scepters are as frail as reeds,
And thorny all their crowns, bloudie their weeds;
I who am Truth, turn into truth their deeds:
Was ever grief, &c.
And thorny all their crowns, bloudie their weeds;
I who am Truth, turn into truth their deeds:
Was ever grief, &c.
The souldiers also spit upon that face,
Which Angels did desire to have the grace,
And Prophets once to see, but found no place:
Was ever grief, &c.
Which Angels did desire to have the grace,
And Prophets once to see, but found no place:
Was ever grief, &c.
Thus trimmed forth they bring me to the rout,
Who Crucifie him, crie with one strong shout.
God holds his peace at man, and man cries out:
Was ever grief, &c.
Who Crucifie him, crie with one strong shout.
God holds his peace at man, and man cries out:
Was ever grief, &c.
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