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Make* Dirt of Dust? Or that flesh wch was worne [12] |
By God, for his apparrell, raggd and torne? |
If on these things I durst not looke, durst I |
Vpon his miserable Mother cast mine eye? |
Who was Gods partner heere, and furnishd thus |
Half of the Sacrifice wch ransomd vs. |
Though these things, as I ride, bee from mine eye |
They ar present yet vnto my memory |
For that lookes towards them, And thou look t'wards mee |
Ô Sauior as thou hangst vpon the Tree. |
I turne my back to thee, but to receaue |
Corrections, till thy mercyes bidd thee leaue. |
Ô thinke mee worth thine Anger, punish mee, |
Burne off my rusts and my deformity |
Restore thine Image, so much by thy grace |
That thou mayst knowe mee, and Ile turne my face. |
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Of the Crosse. |
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Since Christ embrac'd the crosse it selfe, dare I |
(His Image) the'Image of his Crosse deny? |
Would I haue profit by the Sacrifice |
And dare the chosen Altar despise? |
It bore all other sinns, but, is it fitt |
That it should beare the sinne of scorning it?
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[CW: Who___] |