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UPON

THE

BLEEDING

CRUCIFIX

A

SONG.

I.

Esu, no more! It is full tide.
From thy head & from thy feet,
From thy hands & from thy side
All the purple Rivers meet.

J

II.

What need thy fair head bear a part
In showres, as if thine eyes had none?
What need They help to drown thy heart,
That strives in torrents of it's own?

III.

Thy restlesse feet now cannot goe
For us & our eternall good.
As they were ever wont. What though?
They swimme. Alas, in their own floud.

IV.

Thy hands to give, thou canst not lift; Yet will thy hand still giving be.

It gives but ô, it self's the gift.

It gives though bound; though bound 'tis free.

V.

But thy side, thy deep-digg'd side!
That hath a double Nilus going.
Nor ever was the pharian tide
Half so fruitfull, half so flowing.

VI.

No hair so small, but payes his river
To this red sea of thy blood
Their little channells can deliver
Somthing to the Generall floud.

VII.

But while I speak, whither are run All the rivers nam'd before?

I counted wrong.
But ô that one is one all ore.

There is but one;

VIII.

Rain-swoln rivers may rise proud, .
Bent all to drown & overflow.
But when indeed all's overflow'd
They themselves are drowned too.

IX.

This thy blood's deluge, a dire chance
Dear LORD to thee, to us is found
A deluge of Deliverance;

A deluge least we should be drown'd.

N'ere wast thou in a sense so sadly true, The WELL of living WATERS, Lord, till now.

UPON

THE CROWNE OF THORNS

TAKEN DOWNE

From the head of our Bl. LORD,
all Bloody.

K

Now'st thou This, Souldier? 'Tis à much-chang'd plant
which yet
Thy selfe didst sett.

O who so hard a Husbandman did ever find;
A soile so kind?

Is not the soile a kind one, which returnes
Roses for Th[or]nes?

TH

UPON

THE BODY OF OUR

BL. LORD,

NAKED

AND

BLOODY.

Hey 'have left thee naked, LORD, O that th
This garment too I would they had deny'd.

Thee with thy self they have too richly clad; Opening the purple wardrobe in thy side.

O never could there be garment too good For thee to wear, But this, of thine own Blood.

THE

HYMN

OF

SANITE THOMAS

IN

ADORATION OF

• THE

BLESSED

SACRAMENT.

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