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 Ith all the powres my poor Heart hath Of humble love & loyall Faith, Thus lowe (my hidden life!) I bow to thee 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 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 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. AMEN. LAUDA SION SALVATOREM. THE HYMN. FOR THE BL. SACRAMENT. I. Ise, Royall SION! rise & sing 348 Rithy soul's kind shepheard, thy hart's KING. Stretch all thy powres; call if thou can This soveraign subject sitts above The best ambition of thy love. 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. Types yeild to TRUTHES; shades_shrink away; |