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A80774	Carmen Deo nostro, te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Denbigh by her most deuoted seruant. R.C. In heaty [sic] acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her goodnes & charity.	Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649.	1652 (1652)	Wing C6830; Thomason E1598_1; ESTC R208867	38,932	139

thee 2. By the oblique ambush of this close night Couch't in that conscious shade The right-ey'd Areopagite Shall with a vigorous guesse inuade And catche thy quick reflex and sharply see On this dark Grouud To dscant THEE 3. O prize of the rich SPIRIT with that feirce chase Of this strong soul shall he Leap at thy lofty FACE And scize the swift Flash in rebound From this ohsequious cloud Once call'd a sun Till dearly thus vndone Cho. Till thus triumphantly tam'd o ye two Twinne SVNNES taught now to negotiate you 1. Thus shall that reuerend child of light 2. By being scholler first of that new night Come forth Great master of the mystick day 3. And teach obscure MANKIND a more close way By the frugall negatine light Of a most wise well-abused Night To read more legible thine originall Ray Cho. And make our Darknes serue THY day Maintaining t'wixt thy world ours A commerce of contrary powres A mutuall trade 'Twixt sun SHADE By confederat BLACK WHITE Borrowing day lending night 1. Thus we who when with all the noble powres That at thy cost are call'd not vainly ours We vow to make braue way Vpwards presse on for the pure intelligentiall Prey 2. At lest to play The amorous Spyes And peep proffer at thy sparkling Throne 3. In stead of bringing in the blissfull PRIZE And fastening on Thine eyes Forfeit our own And nothing gain But more Ambitious losse at lest of brain Cho. Now by abased liddes shall learn to be Eagles and shutt our eyes that we may see The Close Therfore to THEE thine Auspitious ray Dread sweet lo thus At lest by vs The delegated EYE of DAY Does first his Scepter then HIMSELF in solemne Tribute pay Thus he vndresses His sacred vnshorn treses At thy adored FEET thus he layes down 1. His gorgeous tire Of flame fire 2. His glittering ROBE 3. his sparkling CROWN 3. His GOLD 2. his MIRRH 3. his FRANKINCENCE Cho. To which He now has no pretence For being show'd by this day's light how farr He is from sun enough to make THY starr His best ambition now is but to be Somthing a brighter SHADOW sweet of thee Or on heaun's azure forhead high to stand Thy golden index with a duteous Hand Pointing vs Home to our own sun The world's his HYPERION TO THE QVEEN'S MAIESTY MADAME Mongst those long rowes of cownes that guild your race These Royall sages sue for decent place The day-break of the nations their first ray When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Christian DAY And smil'd i' th' BABE's bright face the purpling Bud And Rosy dawn of the right Royall blood Fair first-fruits of the LAMB Sure KINGS in this They took a kingdom while they gaue a kisse But the world's Homage scarse in These well blown We read in you Rare Queen ripe full-grown For from this day's rich seed of Diadems Does rise a radiant croppe of Royalle stemms A Golden haruest of crown'd heads that meet And crowd for kisses from the LAMB's white feet In this Illustrious throng your lofty floud Swells high fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud With your bright head whose groues of scepters bend Their wealthy tops for these feet contend So swore the LAMB's dread sire And so we see 't Crownes the HEADS they kisse must court these FEET Fix here fair Majesty May your Heart ne're misse To reap new CROWNES KINGDOMS from that kisse Nor may we misse the ioy to meet in you The aged honors of this day still new May the great time in you still greater be While all the YEAR is your EPIPHANY While your each day's deuotion duly brings Three KINGDOMES to supply this day's three KINGS THE OFFICE OF THE HOLY CROSSE Tradidit Semetipsum pro nobis oblationem et hostiam Deo in odorem Suauitatis ad Ephe. 5 THE HOWRES FOR THE HOVR OF MATINES The Versicle LORD by thy Sweet Sauing SIGN The Responsory Defend us from our foes Thine ℣ Thou shallt open my lippes O LORD ℟ And my mouth shall shew forth thy Prayse ℣ O GOD make speed to saue me ℟ O LORD make hast to help me GLORY be to the FATHER and to the SON and to the H. GHOST As it was in the beginning is now euer shall be world without end Amen THE HYMN THe wakefull Matines hast to sing The vnknown sorrows of our king The FATHER ' word wisdom made MAN for man by man's betraid The world's price sett to sale by the bold Merchants of Death sin is bought sold Of his Best Freinds yea of himself forsaken By his worst foes because he would beseig'd taken The Antiphona All hail fair TREE Whose Fruit we be What song shall raise Thy seemly praise Who broughtst to light Life out of death Day out of night The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB And bow thus low before thee The R●sponsor 'Cause by the couenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer O Lord IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing GOD interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST one GOD world without end Amen FOR THE HOVR OF PRIME The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast Glory be to As it was in THE HYMN THe early PRIME blushes to say She could not rise so soon as they Call'd Pilat vp to try if He Could lend them any cruelty Their hands with lashes arm'd their toungs with lyes And loathsom spittle blott those beauteous eyes The blissfull springs of ioy from whose all-chearing Ray The fair starrs fill their wakefull fires the sun himfelfe drinks Day The Antiphona Victorious SIGN That now dost shine Transcrib'd aboue Into the land of light loue O let vs twine Our rootes with thine That we may rise Vpon thy wings reach the skyes The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAME and fall Thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the Conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole world's losse The Prayer O Lrod IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing OOD interpofe I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the

FATHER in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST one GOD world without end Amen THE THIRD The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast ℣ Glory be to ℟ As it was in the THE HYMN The Third hour's deafen'd with the cry Of crucify him crucify So goes the vote nor ask them Why Liue Barabbas let GOD dy But there is witt in wrath and they will try A HAIL more cruell them their crucify For while in sport he weares a spitefull crown The serious showres along his decent Face run sadly down The Antiphona CHRIST when he dy'd Deceiud the CROSSE And on death's side Threw all the losse The captiue world awak't found The prisoners loose the Ialyor bound The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB fall thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole word's losse The Prayer O Lord IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing GOD interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick and dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST one GOD vorld without end Amen THE SIXT The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast ℣ Glory be ℟ As it was in THE HIMN NOw is The noon of sorrow's night High in his patience as their spite Lo the faint LAMB with weary limb Beares that huge tree which must bear Him That fatall plant so great of fame For fruit of sorrow of shame Shall swell with both for HIM mix All woes into one CRVCIFIX Is tortur'd Thirst it selfe too sweet a cup GALL more bitter mocks shall make it vp Are NAILES blunt pens of superficiall smart Contempt scorn can send sure wounds to search the inmost Heart The Antiphona O deare sweet Dispute 'Twixt death's Loue 's farr different FRVIT Different as farr As antidotes poysons are By that first fatall TREE Both life liberty Were soldand slain By this they both look vp liue again The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB bow thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd the world from certain losse The Prayer O Lord IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing GOD interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST one GOD world without end Amen THE NINTH The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast Glory be to As it was in THE HYMN THe ninth with awfull horror hearkened to those groanes Which taught attention eu'n to rocks stones Hear FATHER hear thy LAMB at last complaines Of some more painfull thing then all his paines Then bowes his all-obedient head dyes His own lou's our sin 's GREAT SACRIFICE The sun saw That And would haue seen no more The center shook Her vselesse veil th' in glorious Temple tore The Antiphona O strange mysterious strife Of open DEATH hidden LIFE When on the crosse my king did bleed LIFE seem'd to dy DEATH dy'd indeed The Versicle Lo we adore thee Deard LAMB and fall thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd at once the whole word's losse The Prayer O Lord IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing GOD interpose I pray thee thine own pretious death thy CROSSE Passion betwixt my soul thy iudgment now in the hour of my death And vouchsafe to graunt vnto me thy grace mercy vnto all quick and dead remission rest to thy church peace concord to vs sinners life glory euerlasting Who liuest and reignest with the FATHER in the vnity of the HOLY GHOST one GOD world without end Amen EVENSONG The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast ℣ Glory be to ℟ As it was in the THE HYMN BVt there were Rocks would nor relent at This Lo for their own hearts they rend his Their deadly hate liues still hath A wild reserue of wanton wrath Superfluous SPEAR But there 's à HEART stands by Will look no wounds be lost no deaths shall dy Gather now thy Greif's ripe FRVIT Great mother-maid Then sitt thee down sing thine Eu'niong in the sad TREE's shade The Antiphona O sad sweet TREE Wofull ioyfull we Both weep sing in shade of thee When the dear NAILES did lock And graft into thy gracious Stock The hope the health The worth the wealth Of all the ransom'd WORLD thou hadst the power In that propitious Hour To poise each pretious limb And proue how light the World was when it weighd with HIM Wide maist thou spred Thine Armes And with thy bright blisfull head O'relook all Libanus Thy lofty crown The king himself is Thou his humble THRONS Where yeilding yet conquering he Prou'd a new path of patient Victory When wondring death by death was slain And our Captiuity his Captiue ta'ne The Versicle Lo we adore thee Dread LAMB bow thus low before thee The Responsor 'Cause by the conuenant of thy CROSSE Thou' hast sau'd the world from certain losse The Prayer O lord IESV-CHRIST son of the liuing c. 42. COMPLINE The Versicle Lord by thy sweet sauing SIGN The Responsor Defend vs from our foes thine ℣ Thou shalt open ℟ And my mouth ℣ O GOD make speed ℟ O LORD make hast ℣ Glory be ℟ As it was in THE HIMN THe Complin hour comes last to call Vs to our own LIVE's funerall Ah hartlesse task yet hope takes head And liues in Him that here lyes dead Run MARY run Bring hither all the BLEST ARABIA for thy Royall Phoenix'nest Pour on thy noblest sweets Which when they touch This sweeter BODY shall indeed be such But must thy bed lord be a borow'd graue Who lend'st to all things All the LIFE they haue O rather vse

this HEART thus farr a fitter STONE 'Cause though a hard cold one yet it is thine owne Amen The Antiphona O saue vs then Mercyfull KING of men Since thou wouldst needs be thus A SAVIOVR at such à rate for vs Saue vs o saue vs lord We now will own no shorter wish nor name a narrower word Thy blood bids vs be bold Thy Wounds giue vs fair hold Thy Sorrows chide our shame Thy Crosse thy Nature thy name Aduance our claim And cry with one accord Saue them o saue them lord EXPOSTVLATIO IESV XPI CVM VNDO INGRAT● SVM pulcher at nemo tamen me diligit Sum nobilis nemo est mihi qui seruiat Sum diues a me nemo quicquam postulat Et cuncta possum nemo me tamen tinet Aeternus exs● quaeror a paucissinus Prudensque sum sed me quis est qui consulit Et sum via at per me quotusquisque ambulat Sum veritas quare mihi non creditur Sum vita verum rarus est qui me petit Sum vera lux videre me neme cupit Sum misericors nullus fidem in me collocat TV si poris non id mihi imputes Homo Salus ●ibi est a me parata hac vtere 〈…〉 ●●cud THE RECOMMENDATION These Houres that which houer's o're my END Into thy hands and hart lord I commend Take Both to Thine Account that I mine In that Hour in these may be all thine That as I dedicate my deuoutest BREATH To make a kind of LIFE for my lord's DEATH So from his liuing life-giuing DEATH My dying LIFE may draw a new neuer fleeting BREATH VPON THE H. SEPVLCHER Here where our LORD once lay'd his Head Now the graue lyes Buryed VEXILLA REGIS THE HYMN OF THE HOLY CROSSE I. LOok vp languisting Soul Lo where the fair BADG of thy faith calls back thy care And biddes thee ne're forget Thy life is one long Debt Of loue to Him who on this painfull TREE Paid back the flesh he took for thee II. Lo how the streames of life from that full nest Of loues thy lord 's too liberall brest Flow in an amorous floud Of WATER wedding BLOOD With these he wash't thy stain transfer'd thy smart And took it home to his own heart III. But though great LOVE greedy of such sad gain Vsurp't the Portion of THY pain And from the nailes spear Turn'd the steel point of fear Their vse is chang'd not lost and now they moue Not stings of warth but wounds of loue IV. Tall TREE of life thy truth makes goo What was till now ne're vnderstood Though the prophetick king Struck lowd his faithfull string It was thy wood he meant should make the TRHONE For a more then SALOMON V. Larg throne of loue Royally spred With purple of too Rich a red Thy crime is too much duty Thy Burthen too much beauty Glorious or Greiuous more thus to make good Thy costly excellence with thy KING 's own BLOOD VI Euen ballance of both worlds our world of sin And that of grace heaun way'd in HIM Vs with our price thou weighed'st Our price for vs thou payed'st Soon as the right-hand scale reioyc't to proue How much Death weigh'd more light then loue VII Hail our alone hope let thy fair head shoot Aloft and fill the nations with thy noble fruit The while our hearts we Thus graft our selues on thee Grow thou they And be thy fair increase The sinner's pardon the iust man's peace Liue o for euer liue reign The LAMB whom his own loue hath slain And let thy lost sheep liue to'inherit That KINGDOM which this CROSSE did merit AMEN TO OVR B. LORD VPON THE CHOISE OF HIS Sepulcher How life death in Thee Agree Thou hadst a virgin womb And tomb A IOSEPH did betroth Them both CHARITAS NIMIA OR THE DEAR BARGAIN LOrd what is man why should he coste thee So dear what had his ruin lost thee Lord what is man that thou hast ouerbought So much a thing of nought Loue is too kind I see can Make but à simple merchant man 'T was for such sorry merchandise Bold Painters haue putt out his Eyes Alas sweet lord what wer 't to thee If there were no such wormes as we Heau'n ne're the lesse still heaun would be Should Mankind dwell In the deep hell What haue his woes to doe with thee Let him goe weep O're his own wounds SERAPHIMS will not sleep Nor spheares let fall their faithfull rounds Still would The youthfull SPIRITS sing And still thy spatious Palace ring Still would those beauteous ministers of light Burn all as bright And bow their flaming heads before thee Still thrones Dominations would adore thee Still would those euer wakefull sons of fire Keep warm thy prayse Both nights dayes And teach thy lou'd name to their noble lyre Let froward Dust then doe it 's kind And giue it self for sport to the proud wind Why should a peice of peeuish clay plead shares In the Aeternity of thy old cares Why shouldst you bow thy awfull Brest to see What mine own madnesses haue done with me Should not the king still keepe his throne Because some desperate Fool 's vndone Or will the world's Illustrious eyes Weep for euery worm that dyes Will the gallant sun E're the lesse glorious run Will he hang down his golden head Or e're the sooner seek his western bed Because some foolish fly Growes wanton will dy If I were lost in misery What was it to thy heaun thee What was it to thy pretious blood If my foul Heart call'd for a floud What if my faithlesse soul I Would needs fall in With guilt sin What did the Lamb that he should dy What did the lamb that he should need When the wolf sins himself to bleed If my base lust Bargain'd with Death well-beseeming dust Why should the white Lamb's bosom write The purple name Of my sin's shame Why should his vnstaind brest make good My blushes with his own heart-blood O my SAVIOVR make me see How dearly thou hast payd for me That lost again my LIFE may proue As then in DEATH so now in loue SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM OR THE MOTHER OF SORROWS A Patheticall descant vpon the deuout Plainsong OF STABAT MATER DOLOROSA SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM I. IN shade of death's sad TREE Stood Dolefull SHEE Ah SHE now by none other Name to be known alas but SORROW's NOTHER Before her eyes Her's the whole world's ioyes Hanging all torn she sees and in his woes And Paines her Pangs throes Each wound of His from euery Part All more at home in her one heart II What kind of marble than Is that cold man Who can look on see Nor keep such noble sorrowes company Sure eu'en from you My Flints some drops are due To see so many vnkind swords contest So fast for