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Deere Saviour Sweet, sweet was thy deere compaSsi◌̌ | Deere Saviour Sweet, sweet was thy deere compaSsi◌̌ | ||
Deerely exprest in that most bitter passion | Deerely exprest in that most bitter passion | ||
When whipt and Scourg'd yu mildly | When whipt and Scourg'd yu mildly Sufferedst | ||
To feed one torments | To feed one torments drunck viniger and Gall | ||
Suffer the Crowne of Thornes impale thy brayne | Suffer the Crowne of Thornes impale thy brayne | ||
which downe thy | which downe thy cheekes forced shewes of blood to rayn | ||
Suffered the peircing launce that like a flood | Suffered the peircing launce that like a flood | ||
Forced from thy | Forced 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 | |||
Then then & then thy torments did begynne | Then then & then thy torments did begynne | ||
Loaded wth mans hugh ponderous weight of syñ | |||
At which the mazed earth with horror Shooke | At which the mazed earth with horror Shooke | ||
Darknes Possest the worlde daye light forsooke | Darknes Possest the worlde daye light forsooke | ||
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Deere Saviour Sweet, sweet was thy deere compaSsi◌̌ Deerely exprest in that most bitter passion 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 Forced from thy syde wounded thy precious blood Nayld one the crosse more thou didst suffer yet In that feirce agonye and bloudye Swete Then then & then thy torments did begynne Loaded wth mans hugh ponderous weight of syñ At which the mazed earth with horror Shooke Darknes Possest the worlde daye light forsooke Fer wanted course ye Sun then changed to blood At death of him that was Soe wondrous good Divells quake, 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 Intrue repentant floods & Showes of teeres
FINIS RESUREC: DO:
Blest blest Oh blest be that divinitye That sacred power Alpotent Majestye Whose wounderous goodnes glorious resurectiõ Restord us lost to grace: (oh rare perfectiõ) Admir'd immortall blessed Trinytye Three Sacred personns God in vnitye To whom triumphant Alliluia Singe Singe Alliluia unto heavens kinge
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