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Us to our own Live's funerall.
Since thou wouldst needs be thus
Save us, o save us, lord.
Thy blood bids us be bold.
Thy Sorrows chide our shame.
Advance our claim
'Hese Houres, & that which hover's o're my END,
Take Both to Thine Account, that I & mine
That as I dedicate my devoutest BREATH
So from his living, & life-giving Death,
Here where our Lord once lay'd his Head,
Ook up, languisting Soul! Lo where the fair
And biddes thee ne're forget
Thy life is one long Debt
Lo, how the streames of life, from that full nest Of loves, thy lord's too liberall brest,
Flow in an amorous Aloud
OF WATER wedding BLOOD.
But though great Love, greedy of such sad gain Usurp't the Portion of Thy pain,
And from the nailes & spear
Turn'd the steel point of fear,
Though the prophetick king
Struck lowd his faithfull string. It was thy wood he meant should make the T[HR]ONE For a more then SALOMON.
Thy crime is too much duty;
Thy Burthen, too much beauty; Glorious, or Greivous more? thus to make good Thy costly excellence with thy King's own BLOOD.
Us with our price thou weighed'st;
Our price for us thou payed'st;
Hail, our alone hope! let thy fair head shoot Aloft; and fill the nations with thy noble fruit.
The while our hearts & we
Thus graft our selves on thee;
Live, o for ever live & reign