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O man looke what paine for thee | |||
willinglye I | willinglye I tooke on mee | ||
see my body scourged round | see my body scourged round | ||
that it seemes but all one wound | that it seemes but all one wound | ||
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which soe long thereon hath stoode | which soe long thereon hath stoode | ||
that each twig runns downe with blood | that each twig runns downe with blood | ||
Viewe my feete and see my syde | |||
Peircd and plowd by furrowes wyde | Peircd and plowd by furrowes wyde | ||
See all comfort from mee taken | See all comfort from mee taken | ||
Both of heaven and Earth forsaken | Both of heaven and Earth forsaken | ||
And not one with word or deede | And not one with word or deede | ||
Pittyes me while | Pittyes me while heare I bleede | ||
yea all they that stand in hearinge | yea all they that stand in hearinge | ||
mocks me for my patient bearinge | mocks me for my patient bearinge | ||
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Ely, Ely, I an dyinge | Ely, Ely, I an dyinge | ||
Harke they mock mee to for cryinge | Harke they mock mee to for cryinge | ||
This I bear for | This I bear for thine amisse | ||
was there ever pain like this! | was there ever pain like this! | ||
Yes, and I doe most feare that | Yes, and I doe most feare that | ||
Least thou | Least thou man should prove ingrate | ||
Now, thou dost but make me smarte, | |||
But in that thou kilst my heart. | But in that thou kilst my heart. | ||
FINIS | FINIS | ||
Revision as of 03:04, 6 July 2017
A passionate meditation ~
O man looke what paine for thee willinglye I tooke on mee see my body scourged round that it seemes but all one wound Hanging up twixt Earth and skie mockt and scornd by all goes by see my armes stretcht wide and open and my sinewes torne and broken while sharpe nayles with bitte pang rend my pale hands where I hange which myne owne waight doth not teare But thy waighty sinne I beare See my head (ay me forlorne) peirced deepe with cruell thorne which soe long thereon hath stoode that each twig runns downe with blood Viewe my feete and see my syde Peircd and plowd by furrowes wyde See all comfort from mee taken Both of heaven and Earth forsaken And not one with word or deede Pittyes me while heare I bleede yea all they that stand in hearinge mocks me for my patient bearinge and with scofs augment my sors when for bitter paine I rore
Ely, Ely, I an dyinge
Harke they mock mee to for cryinge This I bear for thine amisse was there ever pain like this! Yes, and I doe most feare that Least thou man should prove ingrate
Now, thou dost but make me smarte,
But in that thou kilst my heart.
FINIS