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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
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 London Printed for S. Bates in Gilt-spur-street The Love of a dying SAVIOUR WHAT makes this dreadful Sound Eli Eli Lamasabachthani What is it makes the Earth to shake Who is it makes the Earth to quake Jesus 'T is I poor Soul that 's lifted up To drink my Father's litter Cup 'T is I must die the Death o' th' Slave From Sin and Hell thy Soul to save Look see how I am Crucify'd Behold Im pierced thro' the side My tender Head with Thorns is Crown'd And with the Jews encompass'd round Whilst dryed with Grief 's my tender Throat And Soldiers for my seemless Coat Cast Lots Father thy Will be done Forsak'st thou Why thine only Son See Sinner see my Hands are Nail'd My trickling Side and Legs exhal'd From Natures length Can'st thou believe Do and thou shalt Mercy receive Soul Ah Lord my trembling Soâ—l relents And with each Faculty Repents Lord I believe my Unbelief Help thou and with the blessed Thief Afford me Mercy Lord that I May dwell with thee Eternally And since 't is so to thee I 'll bring Whole Hecatombs of Praise Off'ring My God my God why hast thou forsaken me The Passion of our most blessed Lord and Saviour JESUS CHRIST Or Cries of the Son of God OH my Soul what anxious Thoughts disturb thy Peace Why art thou cast down and why art thou so disquieted within me Is there no Ground of Hope left to cast the Anchor of thy Faith upon Drop on holy Jesus who will uphold and sustain thee Nay tho' I have search'd all the City thro' yet I can hear no Tidings of him Arise O my Soul come let 's up once more make enquiry perhaps he hath lain him down to sleep The contrite Heart of an humble Soul falls in Love with the Excellency of Jesus and thirsteth after him till the Morning break Watchmen Watchmen did you see my Beloved go this way Tell me tell me quickly for my Soul hath long desired to speak with him and my Heart thirsts after my Love my Dove and undefiled One Who is your beloved that we cannot but take notice of him The Answer of All. I pray now What is your Beloved more than another Oh my beloved is a Bundle of Myrrh like a Cluster of Camphire in the Valley of Engiddi my beloved is fair having Dove's Eyes and is the chiefest of ten Thousands O that I had my Beloved I would not let him go but he should lye all night betwixt my Breasts O therefore tell me quickly good Watchmen that I may find him whom my Soul longs for Why truly you seem to be much troubled and we pity thee we must confess a Rude Multiude ran this way with Staves Clubs and Halberts and a Candle and Lantern whispering as they went but know not what they said or meant but this we heard them say He 's in the Garden of Gethsemane Aye and are ye sure they said so Then my beloved is there I will follow hard after him lest the Rabbles find him whom my soul loves Hark hark my soul methinks I hear his Voice most bitterly crying out Lord where art thou What are they a doing to thee O my Soul run to his Relief aye but whether 'T is dark and the Voice comes from far and I know not the way O good Watchmen pray now lend me tell me or shew me the way We can't go from our Rounds nor will we to seek out we know not who but keep on this Road which leads to the Garden of Gethsemane and you 'll find him we believe Well I will haste away as fast as I can What Lord have I found thee overflow'd with bloody sweat pleeding with thy Father The Soul finde its Saviour praying and sweating in the Garden Doth the heavy Loads of Grief overwhelm thy Heart Can'st not speak my dear Lord Why so sad O holy Jesus Who has injured my Love What no comfort yet Speak Lord I pray thee lest I faint for want of one Word proceeding from thy precious Lips to my poor drooping Soul Behold Sinners see what I am now doing for thee Behold every Faculty and Power of my Body and Soul is almost spent in wrestling with my Father for thy Salvation But his Wrath is great and be my Passion never so great yet there is nothing will do nothing can make Attonement but my Life The Cup must not pass from me my Father's Will must be doue and I am very ready it should be so Nay I the Lord of Life am willing to stoop to Death Hell and the Grave to free thee from the just Wrath of an angry God Look Sirs Behold the Hour is come wherein I must be betrayed Gentlemen Who do ye want My Name 's Jesus of Nazareth D' ye seek me Hark ye you have a sign whereby you know the Person you want Come Kiss me Judas for lo I long till all be fulfilled O my dear God what shall I do I 'll go along with thee O Lord where ever thou art there let me be also O wicked Soldiers forbear what draw their Swords Lord I fear they 'll kill thee What Judas hast thou no remorse of Conscience at the betraying of thine own Lord and Master who suffered thee to eat and drink with him at his sacred Table Thou wantedst not Money for thou hadst thy Master's Purse and all at dispose therefore why didst thou sâ—ll him O covetous Judas for the lucre of Money thou hadst sold thy ever blessed Jesus and thy own Salvation too Better had it been if thou hadst never been born And then Malchus can'st thou not believe it is the Lord of Life the King of Isreal the King of Glory since thy Ear is healed but at the stretching out of his Hand O Lord stretch forth thy Hand and put the Finger of Mercy into my Soul thro' the Key-hole of my Heart that I may be healed of all my Sins and Infirmities Lord if thou wilt thou can'st make me clean Ah Soldiers where are you hailing Jesus Peter wilt thou not go along with thy Master What stand off to deny him O come and let us follow hard after him perhaps with our earnest Cries and Entreaties we may persuade him to let him go Well Peter if thou wilt not go I'lâ— go by my self O blessed Jesus what art thou led as a Lamb to the Slaughter Not by the way That Soul which would enjoy the Blessings of a Christ must be contented to bear his Cross. Sure thou never didst offend or injure them in the least for thou wert all Meakness when reviled reviled not again But my dear Lord where are we now What vile Rebels smite your Saviour and spit iâ—â—is Face like Bruits O Lord why dost thou not cut them off Peace silly