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The passion of our blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ: or, Cries of the Son of God Digested from the works of the late Reverend Dr. Horneck. Licens'd and enter'd according to order.
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Horneck, Anthony, 1641-1697.
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is no usual Cry It can come from none but my tortur'd Redeemer Silence hark what is' t Eli Eli Lameaesabacâ—hani My God my God why hast thou fâ—rsakâ—n me O God O Lord O ever blessed Redeemer O Saviour O Son and Lamb of God Where shall I â—ide my self from the Wrath and dreadful Displeasure of thy Father If thou cry'st out so what then can I do If the Son of God cries our so bitterly what must a poor vile wretched miserable Sinner do What still persist ye incredulous Jews See the Lord of Life prays for you Father forgive them for they know not what they do Do you begin to have some Remorse Doth your Conscience smite you and compel ye to cry out Surely this is the Son of God! Can't ye find in â—our Hearts to take him down befâ—re â—is last Breath expires Behold his Arms stretcht out along time to embrace Sinners and now he bows his Head to kiss ' em Lord one sweet Kiss before thou givest up the Ghost And when Jesus cried with a loud Voice he said Father into thy Hands I commit my Spirit And having thus said he gave up the Ghost Ah my Soul where is thy Redeemer gone Behold here hangs his Body besmear'd with Blood With Skin all torn with Knobs and Wheals of Stripes hanging down his Head crown'd with a Garland of Thorns trickling thro' his Skull to the tender Brain and nailed to the Cross. What so henious a Fault could he do to deserve it What Judge could be so cruel to put him to it What Man could have so butcherly a Mind as to deal so outragiously with him Ah dear Love where art thou Thou art the Comfort of my Heart the Solaâ—e of my Mind the true Content and Joy of my Afflicted Soul where art thou to be found Let me but know and thither speedily will I go for where thou art there is all Treasure true Peace true Rest and Happiness to be had How shall I find thee Ah where shall I find thee my dear Lord When shall I requite thy Labour How shall I be able to requite thy woful Pain and Death for me Ah how shall I do something acceptable and grateful unto thee Ah how shall I subsist without my Life or live without my Love Thou art my Life and Love and it is worse than Death to me here to live and not to live in thee Ah Love divine shew now thy Power and carry me beyond my self O endless Light illuminate my Understanding to know what and where thou art O burning Fire of endless Flames of Love consume me quite and let me hear no more what yet I am but transform me to be somewhat like thy sweet self that I may live in thee both here and to all Eternity Ah thou that excellest all the Children of Men in Beauty in whose Lips Grace was shed so plentifully yea even with God's own Hand Where is that Beauty of thine Where is that Grace of thy Lips I find it not I see it not fleshly Eyes conceive not such a Mystery open thou the Eyes of my Mind bâ—ing thy divine Light neâ—r â—o me and give me Power to look more wisely upon thee I see it is Jesus the Son of God the unspotted Lamb without Sin without Fault without Offences which took my wickedness upon him to the intent that being set free from Sin might be again brought into God's Favour rise again from my Fall return home from Banishment and that which I deserv'd he suffered and that which I could never attain unto he freely giveth Ah me Redeemer Deliverer and Saviour draw me to thee that being always mindful of thy Death trusting always in thy Goodness And being always thankful for thy unspeakable Beâ—efits I may be made a Pertaker of so great a Reward and not seperated from thy Body through my own Unthankfulness so as thou should'st have been born in vain in respect of me and in vain have suffered so many Torments and most cruel Death of thine own accord for my sake And now raise up thy Head my Soul and look up to Heaven and behold the Glory of thy Crucified Saviour fâ—r why should my Heâ—â—t still dwell upon Earth since the Treasure thereof is return'd to Heaven and since my glorify'd Jesus is ascended above to prepare me a Place in his own Kingdom O Heaven to thee I lift up my languishing Head stretching â—ut my trembling Hands to reach at thy Gâ—ories for so he that was dead and laid in the Grave low enough to prove himself Mâ—n is risen again and ascâ—nded into Heaven high enough to prove himsel God Drâ—w me dear Lord afâ—er thee and the Odours of thy Swâ—etness that I may run with delight thâ—o all the Paths of thy prâ—cious and pleasant Câ—mmands and not Crucify thee afresh daily in Sinning against thy most sacred Majesty And O my dear Jesus carry me safely through this Word and when I depart let thy Angels convey me to thy blissful Throne to behold thy glorious Faâ—e and rejoâ—ce with thee in thy Kingdom to all Eternity An HYMN AND now my Soul canst thou forget That thy whole Life is one long Debt Of Love to him which on the Tree Paid back thee Fâ—esh he took for thee See how the Streams of precious Blood Flow from five Woâ—nds into one Flâ—od With these he washes all thy Stains And by thy Ease with his own Pains Live O for ever Live and Reign Blest Lamb whom thy own Love hath slain And mâ—y thy lost Sheep live to be True Followers of thy Cross and thee The CONCLUSION SING Halleluiah to our Lord who nobly entertains His Friends with Bread of Life and Wine that issu'd from his Veins He gave his Body to be broke and unto Death bleed That we his sacred Blood may Drink and on his Flesh might feed A bitter Cup with Terror fill'd he drank off for our sake That we might of these heav'nly Sweets his Table yields partake O save us Lord to thee we cry from whence all Blessings spring We on thy Grace alone rely alone thy Glory sing For 't is not this alone nor that thou hast bestow'd on me But all I have and all I hope I have and hope from thee But more I have and more I hope than I â—an speak or think Thy Blessing first refresh then fill then overflow the brink Jesus sweet Jesus is the Name my Heart shall still adore Sweet Jesus is the charming Word which doth my â—ife restore Live then O Christ O Lamb of God thy Throne establishd be For ever mâ—y all Hearts and Tongues 〈◊〉 Pâ—aâ—ses unto thee Nâ—w Glory to the eternal Lord thrice blessed Three in One Tâ—y Name at all timâ—s be ador'd till Time iâ—self be done FINIS