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The passion of our Saviour a pindarick ode on the suffering God, in imitation of rapins Christus patiens / by Francis Bragge.
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Bragge, Francis, 1664-1728.
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Wing B4200; ESTC T221457
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The PASSION of our SAVIOUR A PINDARICK ODE on the Suffering GOD. In Imitation of RAPINS CHRISTUS Patiens By Francis Bragge Gent. Engra and sold by John S in Golden Lion Court in Aldersgate I. WHAT Dark and Dismal shade is this What Gloomy Sadness spreading o'er the Skies What Black and Melancholy Vail Which Covers Mourning Natures Face Why has th'Affrighted Sun forsook his Place And why the Universe so Pale Why does the Trembling Moon turn back her Weeping Eyes Sure there was never cause of grief like this The Sun beheld the DEITY Beheld his Maker Hanging on a Tree He saw and started back and hid his Face Asham'd to shew his own Created Rays When once he'd seen the Source of Light Th' Eternal GOD involv'd in Night II. But where should I begin where should I end This Sad if there was ever sad Complaint Shall I relate his Flesh with Scourges â—orn And how he bore the Pain and how he bore y e Scorn Or what is stranger yet that Man could dare To pierce the GOD of Nature with a Spear Shall I tell how the Softer Rock When cover'd ore With Heav'nly Gore Unable to sustain the shock Of so Impetuous and so just a Grief Burst and its Stony Heart did into pieces cleave Or JESUS shall I tell thy Bloody Sweat When on the Flow'ry top of Olivet Thou saw'st approaching near The Dreadfull Hour How exquisite thy Pangs how earnest was thy Prayer Then what a Flood of Gore Ran down and Scarlet dy'd each Briny Tear A wond'ring Angel saw the Trembling GOD Saw all his Grief but wonder'd more To see his Love Triumphant o're his Fear To see him take the Cup and kiss his Fathers Rod. III. Whither Audacious Man O whither dost thou go Hold in thy Desperate hand and see It is the humble Deity O! Wound not him who Loves thee so All this he Suffers for Redeeming thee Yet while I speak Behold The Armed Throng Pours like a Mighty Torrent in See! how they drag the Patient GOD along Who feels not half so quick their Fury as their Sin The Impious Crowd upon him Press One tears his Hair another wounds his Face And all with Eager Zeal contend Who shall the most abuse their Greatest Friend So when with stinging hunger Mad Th' Hyreanian Lions range the Forrest ore Terror thro' all the Flocks and Herds they spread And ev'ry trembling Shepherd Flies before If e're a Tender Lamb is left behind Not to one Savage does the Victim fall But with contending fierceness all Tear Limb from Limb and into Atoms Grind. IV. And can the avenging Thunder hold And let such Monstrous Guilt unpunishd go Sure Heav'ns it self afraid to see so Bold And so Triumphant Wickedness below As well it may since GOD must plead his Cause Before a Mortal Judge and fall by Human Laws 'Twas Night all things hush'd in a short liv'd repose Nature opprest with Grief had fall'n asleep Only the Silver Moon sat up to weep And restless Malice Rose The Raving Jews each other call And Drag the wearied JESUS to the Hall O! Let me ne'er Describe the Dismal Scene Of that sad Night How piercing was his Pain How many Cruel Stripes in that sad Night he Bore Yet nought return'd but Tears and Gore All that the Maddest Fury could Invent All that Revenge could Wish or Guilt could Fear Or Keenest Hatred ever meant All this and more In that one Dismal Night they made him bear And thought it not enough but Crown'd the rest With Scornful Jeers and made their GOD their Jest V. Scarce had Aurora shew'd the coming Light And Phoebus from his Watry Bed Rowz'd up his Fiery Steeds and Chas'd away y e Night When all Amaz'd he Look'd and of a Bloody Red. Trembling he saw th'enrag'd Crow'd Athirst for their Redeemers Blood Trembling he heard their Horrid Cry Rending the Air with Crucify Crucify him does all the Place Resound Crucify him th' unwilling Hills Rebound The Judge perceiv'd his Spotless Innocence Try'd to Asswage Their swelling Rage And gave him to be Scourg'd for no Offence Away with Eager hast they bear Th'Afflicted GOD. Still now and greater Torments they prepare Naked they tye their Maker to a Stake Then with a twisted prickly Rod The unrelenting Soldier Tears his Back Again renews the stroke and opens ev'ry Wound Again the Ecchoing Walls y e Hissing Stroke rebound VI. Now thick as Summers Hail or Winter Rain When with a mighty Deluge Big The teeming Clouds upon a Mountain break The trickling Blood pours down from ev'ry Vein And all the Slipp'ry Pavements cover'd o're With Scarlet streams and knots of Clotted Gore This did th'avenging Father See Beheld his suffering Son in all his Agony And yet in ne'er a Cloud of Thunder spoke Nor Crush'd 'em down to Hell with one Almighty Stroke A Diadem of peircing Thorns they made And Crown'd at once and Tore his tender Head A Reed they for a Scepter bring Cry Hail Bow the Knee Mock their Bleeding King They See with Horrid Joy the streaming Blood Down from his wounded Temples pour They see his Face with Scars disfigur'd o'er And Laughing say Behold the Son of GOD Now does the Workman rend the sturdy Oak And Unconcern'd redoubles ev'ry stroke Securely He the fatal Engine makes While at the Dreadful sight Affrighted Nature shakes VII 'Tis Done and Jesus bears away his Cross The Scene of all his Triumphs all his Woes Gainst mighty Death he goes to take the Field Resolv'd to Conquer yet Resolv'd to Yield And now he sinks below th'unequal weight Of such a Load as Sin and That Too soon they fear his Pains would cease And out of Cruel Pity lend a little Ease Another takes the Cross and on they go To Lofty Golgotha's Aspiring Brow Thrice did the trembling Mountain sound And thrice the hollow Caverns Groan'd All Nature into dire Convulsions fell To see the Drooping Heav'ns hear y e Shouts of Hell The harden'd Jews alone with Fury Blind Stretch forth their Naked GOD His Hands Feet upon the Cross they Bind And fix with Nails unto the Groaning Wood. Aloft the Pond'rous Trunk they rear And poize their Bleeding Maker in the Air. Amazing Sight between two Thieves to see Him hanging on one Slender Tree Who y e Prodigious weight of all y e Sins of the whole World did bear VIII Why Nature dost thou Blush why Tremble so It was not Thou that wert to Blame Not all thy Pow'rs th'amazing Deed could do 'Twas Love that bore the Crime 'twas Love that bore the Shame A Daring Soldier stabs th' Expiring GOD And down there pours a Rapid Stream of Blood No longer could th' Affrighted Sun Behold So Monstrous and so sad a Sight But headlong to the Ocean rowl'd And hid his Blushes in the Vail of Night Each Trembling Mountain shook its Snowy Head The all Devouring Grave gave up her Dead The Temples sacred Vail was rent in Twain And all things felt their Makers grief but Man Back to their Fountains did the Rivers flow And falling Hills their Channels fill'd below The hardest Rocks in pieces broke And all the Earth's Foundations shook While o'er the City Frightful Ghosts appear And horrid Spectres fill the Dusky Troubled Air. IX Thee Jesus did the hollow Grotts Bemoan And all were melted into Pearly Tears For thee the Lions and Getulian Bears For thee th' Armenian Tygers Groan Each purling Stream ran murm'ring thro' the Plain And told in Hollow Sighs its Makers Pain Ore all the World a Pompous Sorrow spread All things were Sad for GOD himself lay Dead And while the Savage Lions grieve Shall harden'd Man alone refuse to give His Tributary share of Flowing Tears Upon his Meek Redeemer's Hearse O! Let him weep a Mighty Flood Strong as his Saviours Love and Reeking as his Blood Let ev'ry Distant Shore his Griefs resound Nor let his Sorrows ever stay Till he has wash'd those Sins away Which Crucify'd his GOD and gave the Fatal Wound FINIS