T UPON THE BODY OF OUR BL. LORD, NAKED AND BLOODY. Hey 'have left thee naked, LORD, O that they had! Thee with thy self they have too richly clad; O never could there be garment too good W ADORO TE Ith all the powres my poor Heart hath Thus lowe (my hidden life!) I bow to thee Whom too much love hath bow'd more low for me. Keep close, my soul's inquiring ey! Your ports are all superfluous here, O let thy wretch find that releife And that too was thy self which thee did cover, But here ev'n That's hid too which hides the other. Sweet, consider then, that I Though allow'd nor hand nor eye To reach at thy lov'd Face; nor can Help, lord, my Hope increase ; And fill my portion in thy peace. Give love for life; nor let my dayes Grow, but in new powres to thy name & praise. O dear memoriall of that Death Live ever Bread of loves, & be My life, my soul, my surer selfe to mee. O soft self-wounding Pelican! Whose brest weepes Balm for wounded man. To'a bleeding Heart that gaspes for blood. ΑΜΕΝ. Stretch all thy powres; call if thou can II. Lo the BREAD of LI[F]E, this day's III. Come, love! & let us work a song Lowd & pleasant, sweet & long; Let lippes & Hearts lift high the noise Of so just & solemn joyes, Which on his white browes this bright day Shall hence for ever bear away. IV. Lo the new LAW of a new LORD. With a new Lamb blesses the Board. The aged Pascha pleads not yeares But spyes love's dawn, & disappeares. Types yeild to TRUTHES; shades shrink away; |