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Deere Saviour Sweet, sweet was thy deere compassio[n] | Deere Saviour Sweet, sweet was thy deere compassio[n] | ||
Deerely exprest in that most bitter passion | Deerely exprest in that most bitter passion [space at line's end filled with flourishes] | ||
When whipt and Scourg'd yu mildly Sufferedst | When whipt and Scourg'd yu mildly Sufferedst | ||
To feed one torments drunck viniger and Gall | To feed one torments drunck viniger and Gall | ||
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Forcd from thy syde wounded thy precious blood | Forcd from thy syde wounded thy precious blood | ||
Nayld one the crosse more thou didst suffer yet | Nayld one the crosse more thou didst suffer yet | ||
In that feirce agonye and bloudye Swete | In that feirce agonye and bloudye Swete [space at line's end filled with flourishes] | ||
Then then & then thy torments did begynne | Then then & then thy torments did begynne | ||
Loaded wth mans hugh ponderous weight of syn[ne] | Loaded wth mans hugh ponderous weight of syn[ne] | ||
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Deere Saviour Sweet, sweet was thy deere compassio[n] Deerely exprest in that most bitter passion [space at line's end filled with flourishes] When whipt and Scourg'd yu mildly Sufferedst To feed one torments drunck viniger and Gall Suffer the Crowne of Thornes impale thy brayne which downe thy cheekes forced shewes of blood to rayn Suffered the peircing launce that like a flood Forcd from thy syde wounded thy precious blood Nayld one the crosse more thou didst suffer yet In that feirce agonye and bloudye Swete [space at line's end filled with flourishes] Then then & then thy torments did begynne Loaded wth mans hugh ponderous weight of syn[ne] At which the mazed earth with horror Shooke Darknes Possest the worlde daye light forsooke Her wanted course ye Sun then changed to blood At death of him that was Soe wondrous good Divells quakt, hell roard with Admiration At the Great En: the power of our Salvation Noe tonge, noe pen, noe witt of man can tell Thy Tormentes they exceed ye paines in hell All for ungratefull miserable man Are not wee bound to feare and prayse him than O yes to Spend our houres our dayes and yeeres In true repentant floods & Showes of teeres
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Blest blest Oh blest be that divinitye That sacred power Alpotent Maiestye Whose wounderous goodnes glorious resurectio[n] Restord us lost to grace: (oh rare perfectio[n]) Admir'd immortall blessed Trinytye Three Sacred personns God in unitye To whom triumphant Alliluia Singe Singe Alliluia unto heavens kinge
FINIS
(Image repeated on every page is the flower of life)