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The teares of the beloued: or, The lamentation of Saint Iohn, concerning the death and passion of Christ Iesus our sauiour. By I.M.
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Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.
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ventured life from death to set vs free His bitter pangs what pen or wit can tell My Lord indured th' extreame paines of hell Cast we our sight on one that parteth hence Striuing for life when soule away must poast In such we see cleane gone to be their sence They yeld to that which cleareth euery coast So when that death his message pale hath done He sweeps all hence and thus the fort is wonne Or thinke thou standst this present at the barre Before the iudge that pryes into thy blame Thou knowst thy guilt thy discord makes the iarre Thy sinnes preuaile forcing thy vtter shame The irefull iudge begins with angry frowne And e're he speake thy conscience casts thee downe O Sauiour sweete thou hadst thy proper sence With perfect health thou didst approch this place All furious fiends of hell thou driuedst hence Death hath no power thy godhead to deface The angry iudge thou needest not to feare Thou hadst no sinne and yet our sinne didst beare Our sinnes did force that far from natures reach These blooddy drops should still from our sweet head In these euen yet presumers he doth teach They be not bold the tract of hell to tread Lest all too soone they fall into the snare The angry iudge doth for his foes prepare These drops declare his inward sad lament For greater griefe no earthly tongue can tell They shew his loue to vs what good he ment He would we knew his griefe did farre excell Oh why do men delight with sinnes to dwell When sinnes do weigh the sinner downe to hell He gaue the checke to vs for former sleepe Graunting vs leaue of ease to take our fill That had no care in anguish him to keepe With good regard who suffred for our ill Behold quoth he of darknes now the hower Of Sonne of man sowle sinners haue the power Iudas that treason harbored in his brest Knew well that here our Lord did oft resort Vnto this place knowledge had wrought thy rest If all in time thou wouldst haue found comfort But murtherous wretch this onely did thee good Thou thirstie wert after th' innocent blood O monstrous change that from a friend of trust Thou art a fox and wilt thy friend betray Companion once and now mongst thieues to thrust As chiefest guide the spotlesse Lambe to fray Cannot great fauours cause thee to returne Thou wofull wretch at goodnes that dost spurne How many speeches tending to our health What feruent vowes he sent beyond the sky All wayes were sought still to procure our wealth His grace to none that would he did deny Might not his grace from treason thee reclaime But at his life thou traytour now wilt aime Ye couetous carles that for a little gaine Set soule to sale as though there vvere no hell Looke on this Iudas thinke vpon his paine His endlesse pangs all torments far excell The very fire the forged far doth passe And like hell fire no torment euer vvas Consider yet vvhile here vve haue a space What griefe it is to be exilde from God What ioy it is to view his pleasant face What paine it is to feele his heauie rod. Thrise happie they that cleaue vnto thy grace Thrise cursed they that will not life imbrace O vvretched man bereft of inward peace Commest thou arm'd vvith vveapons and vvith lights A cutthroate crew serue for thy shames increase Are these thy mates belike feare thee affrights A guiltie conscience brings a restlesse griefe Easlesse in ease finding no sound reliefe Thou stately citie of the highest King Fitting thy name that hadst the prince of peace Whilom whose praise the virgins faire did sing What time thy glory the chiefest did increace Thy famous temple deuotion that relieues Is now become a den for lothsome thieues And must thy rulers now their forces bend To send their seruants forth in all the haste To binde this lambe and then his blood to spend What do ye long to see your land lye waste All this was done the Scripture to fulfill Who can dissolue what God alone doth will In these we see that bring such weapons stoare How foes with might Gods children doe oppresse They haue no truth and as for iustice loare They likewise want which causes should redresse Trusting to flesh this stay as it is wurst So for this fault they are of God accurst Forward they march bringing along their light Their lanterns that a little light containe With other helpes to guide them in the night Vsing the lesse and from the great refraine To dim that light each one doth now prepare For light of world no whit at all they care Christ knowing well the secrets of mankind This instant sawe what should to him betyde Forward he goeth against the crue vnkind From whom he could haue parted cleane vnspyde Whom do ye seeke said he to me now tell Iesus of Nazareth said they and downe they fell This hath the taste of his most soueraigne might Who with a word could strike them to the ground Weake is mans power if God begin to fight His only breath can all his foes confound If slender touch huge mountaines maketh smoke How dates then man his Maiestie prouoke The harmlesse Lambe deuoide of sinfull spot Askes the offenders and doth them preuent Wanted they lawes was piety cleane forgot Should they not loue and keepe the innocent Yes yes they knew th'innocents blood would cry For sharpe reuenge against this carelesse fry Whom do ye seeke he verely did scorne Their fond attempt deriding all their force Yet offereth grace to men that were forlorne And sure he had euen of his foes remorce For from themselues he would they should confesse That weaponlesse he could their wrong represse Oh vvhen vve heare that of his francke accord Our God is good to his professed foes How kinde a good is this our soueraigne Lord Vnto his friends on vvhom he grace bestowes Oh loue this Well and Fountaine of all grace Tender his truth and all his heasts imbrace No vvhit dismaid Christ said Euen I am he Which ready speech prooueth he fear'd not death This holy Sauiour vvould his owne flocke free By suffring shame and stopping of his breath Learne courage hence Gods cause if vve defend He fights for vs that life for vs did spend Now Iudas stood vvith all this armed traine Like Bayard bold forecasting no mishap Vnto himselfe whereby he might refraine The further ill by falling in the trap Thus one vile sinne another sinne doth chaine Vntill it bring th' offender to his paine Whom do ye seeke the second time he said Iesus of Nazareth they say to him againe That I am he before I not denayd If me ye seeke from these I pray refraine This that the word fulfil'd might be he spake Of them thou gauest I will not one forsake Now louing Lord I thinke vpon this care Thou hadst for vs and I remember well Seeing thou alone to suffer didst prepare For so
THE TEARES OF THE BELOVED Or THE LAMENTATION OF Saint Iohn Concerning the death and passion of Christ Iesus our Sauiour By I. M. Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford And are to be sold by Iohn Browne at the signe of the Bible in Fleete-streete 1600. To the Christian Reader ME seemeth the same who had so resolute a purpose to enlarge our Sauiours suffring tooke on him a wearisome and needelesse iourney for that he left the most sacred Scriptures and made inquirie after Codrus that was sometime King of Athens which Codrus begirt with a strong siege of the Peloponesians hazarded his best health for his cities good For though the example appeareth to hold in our head Christ and their ruler because both beare the titles of Kings else in this for that both died for the good of their people Yet questionlesse the oddes betwixt both are wonderfull for what is the shaddow to the substance A King for a small time to a King beyond all time the one a creature the other a Creator The one for a few but our King from before all beginning to the end of the world is that Lambe of God c. Leauing the one which was finite I commend thee courteous reader to the same who is as he euer hath beene and will be infinite in his fauors to those that are his And I offer thee my harsh and vntuned muse which being as my talent is slender and simple so accompt of the first part that I may not be discomfited in the second The highest continue his fauours and graces vnto his Church and shield vs in these dangerous dayes from his and our enemies Amen Thine vndoubtedly I. M. THE TEARES OF the Beloued THou first and last author and cause of all That wast with God before these worlds were made Thou perfect Good whom I Gods word will call Most soueraigne grace do with thy grace me trade That from thy fauors as from fountaine rare In flowing sort I may thy selfe declare Euen in thy might thou art beyond esteeme For this wide world thou art the chiefest King For heauens high head the angels all thee deeme Within thy Church thy saints thy prayses sing Vnto my soule thou art the chiefe of choyce Life of my life I must in thee reioyce Now that I leane vpon thy sacred brest In thee I ioy sweete Sauiour of mankind Hauen of health succour to soules opprest Oceans of ease in thee the poore shall finde For broken heart pyning away with griefe Sorrowing for sinne findeth in thee reliefe Fly foorth my soule for sure this Word diuine Hath power on thee to call thee backe againe Vnseene thou art my body doth thee shrine Bodilesse and immortall subiect to ioy or paine To none more like then to that hidden grace The godhead hath which Sathan would deface O that I might commaund the moone to stay O that the houre of darknes hence might poast But Gods decree must stand though flesh gainsay There 's no resist to that he purposeth most His bitter death from death shall saue mankinde Wonder of Angels to foes that art so kinde Come Peter come come Iames my brother deare Our Lord doth haste and hasting calles vs hence You know the place although it darke appeare This light so true and truth is our defence More might he hath then any fenced tower More strength he hath then any earthly power Now in our walke recompt his power diuine Which like sunne-rayes shall spread in euery place Such strange effects from this chiefe good do shine That foggie mists of foes farre hence shall chace Stoope furious fiends ye malice him in vaine He hath great power your frenzies to restraine See how this Lambe of sinne that hath no spot Seemes dombe and mute he answereth not at all What he foretold must not be now forgot Let vs with teares record what must befall Exceeding griefe we had when thou didst say One of vs twelue should thee our Lord betray That griefe being past another is in place But may it be that thus thou shouldest faint Ah shew thy might those hellish hags to chace Who thee and vs do force to sad complaint I say no more that must my moane restraine This garden wils I should a while refraine Refraine said I no now began my moane Seeing sluggish sloth my eyes with sleepe opprest I carelesse slept but Lord of Life did groane With griefe of griefs that brought him such vnrest Woe worth my sinne the cause of his complaint Forcing my Lord indure such hard constraint He will'd vs stay and watch with him a space And proofe hereof we had from sad aspect Full fraighted he with griefe for mans disgrace Strangely perplext did yeeld cause of suspect My soule he said is heauie to the death Oh stay and watch sorrow now stops my breath Away he went and fell vpon his face Where groanes and sighes shewed a troubled minde O father mine he said afford this grace If it may be thou wilt approue thy kind Let this fierce cup I pray thee passe from me Not as I will but as thou wilt let be After he came and found vs three to sleepe Simon said he can ye not watch one houre Watch ye with me 't is prayer must ye keepe From Sathans spight to tempt he hath the power See see the spirit is prest the gole to gaine But flesh is fraile esteeming labour paine Away from vs the second time he went Begging againe Oh father mine I pray If thou as yet to fauour so art bent Permit this cup no longer with me stay If needes I must indeede drinke of the same Thy will be done vpon me rest the blame And then he came but found vs fast to sleepe Our heauie heads were glad in warre to rest He saw our want and kept vs as his sheepe Cause had he none being himselfe opprest For friends are knowne when dangers most assaile Deeme him thy selfe that for thee shall preuaile Stay here and pawse before he come againe Why what should moue vs three be so vnkinde To worke our woe to seeke our selues such paine That what he would we should so little minde Surely the best in their decline should say There is iust cause Sathan should on vs pray Admit before his preaching did vs stay Or such like let cannot our crime excuse He is our Lord how might we him gainesay For fond resist proues we did him abuse Ours was the lot our Lord thus to offend His was the grace to guide vs to the end And though we slept from heauen an angell sent Did comfort him whom we in griefe did leaue Great was his griefe for hell did him preuent With endlesse pangs of heauen him to bereaue And gastly sweate vpon his face was found Like drops of blood that trickling fell to ground Ye siluer drops that from my eyes thus streame Crossing that coulour brinish as ye be My Lords were red for forc't with paines extreame He