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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60900	The triumphs of the holy Jesus, or, A divine poem of the birth, life, death, and resurrection of our Saviour by J. Salter ...	Salter, James, 1650-1718?	1692 (1692)	Wing S467; ESTC R32127	14,502	34

Behold the Traitor kisses and betrays False Love 's more hurtful than true Injuries A kiss more deadly than the Breath which flows From Basilisks or Vipers hissing Jaws Perfidious Peter he who boasting said Should all deny yet I 'll not be afraid To own my Lord forsook him now and fled The rest like Sheep when Wolves pursue 'em ran No wonder since they saw their Keeper ta'n Instead of Oyl the Sanctuary Oyl Divine To make his Head and Face with gladness shine The nasty Spittle of the Rascals throng Was on his Head and Face profanely flung For a Gold Scepter Emblem of Command A Reed contemptuously put in his hand No other Crown than made of Spiny thorns His bleeding Temples and gor'd Locks adorns For Angels Hymns the Priests blasphemous scorns The headlong Rabble partial Pilate sway Man's Murtherer save Man's Saviour slay It was but now their sounding Clamours sung Hosannah's neighbouring Rocks Hosannah's rung The Anthem alter'd too away away And nothing can be heard but Crucifie Before the Name of King they to him gave But now no King but Caesar they will have Before they gather'd heaps of blooming May And strowed with Boughs and Blossoms all his way Now of a branchless Trunck a Cross they Frame A Cross denoting torment Curse and Shame Lately they at his Feet had cast their Cloaths But now they strip him his torments to expose His tender Back the Lictors Whips had rent His Hands and Feet with piercing Nails were pent A barbarous Spear unlockt his precious Side Whence the rich Sacramental streams did glide The Anguish of his Thirst did so prevail He took down draughts of Vinegar and Gall And as if they design'd to dis-entrail His very Soul his Enemies revile They shake their Heads and with a Scoffing-nod Cry'd come down Saviour come down Son of God He bowed his Head as if he had obey'd Their Challenge all was finish'd and he dyed Whereat the Heavens were soon bereft of Light Lest it shou'd see so Tragical a Sight As all the Stars cou'd not well celebrate His Birth but God a new one did Create So now struck with Affrightments old and new Under the shelter of thick Clouds withdrew The thicken'd Air hung all in horrid Black And Jerdan into Inundations brake The conscious Earth with sick Convulsions shook Rocks cleft in twain such Griefs unus'd to brook Bodies of Saints rouz'd up their Graves forsook The sad Centurion and the rest allowed Smiting their Breasts the Man was surely good O Blessed Virgin what high Angels Art Can count thy Tears or sing thy secret smart When every Wound through him went through thy Heart The Graceless Judas long had been pursued By a fell Blood-hound yelling after Blood His Conscience which still ran and never staid Till the Betrayer justly it betray'd Oft chang'd he place but cou'd not change his Mind He flys at once to lose himself and find The Whips of Scorpions and dire howls he hears Whilst Hell with all it 's fiery Surge appears His wretched Soul seems wrapt in burning Bands Reckoning a thousand years yet not there stands But tells to them the Stars and heaps of Sands And now the Stars are told and Sands are run And all those thousand thousand Myriads done His Punishmet is still but now begun With that a fury with her nimble hand Toss'd round his thoughtful Heart a sulphur'd Brand Which from his Breast all Joy and Comfort drove And all the hopes of Pardon quite remov'd Such hideous Gorgons prest him such dire Forms Not able to endure their Threats and Storms Fly fly he Crys thy self what e'er thou art A monstrous Fiend become in every part Having the Price of innocent Blood restor'd He flys for ease unto the fatal Cord. Thus without hopes of funeral Obsequies His own Revenger the grand Traytor dies Eternal wrath still following close his Feet Burnt after him to the infernal Pit Now the third Morn had glister'd from her Bower And the bright East with Roses seem'd to Flower The early Sun came briskly dancing out Grown insolent with Joy the Heavens shout The wanton Spring forgetful now to weep Starts forth as one awakned out of sleep The Bushes were with Violets purpled o'er The Woods and Fields cast off their Winter hoar And the gay Trees put on their green Attire Whilst ' mongst their infant Leaves the Birds compere Such was the Triumph such the mighty Cheer As if the World anew created were Say Earth why art thou so with verdure spread As if some new found Bridegroom thou woud'st wed Ye Trees why on a sudden deck't and Gay Like gaudy Nymyhs on Flora's Holyday Answer me Jordan why thy crooked Tide Over the Banks doth from his Channel slide Why art thou driven back and cut in two As when the Hebrews through thy depths did go The Aegyptians saw and trembled at the Sight For wondrous was the way and wondrous was the Flight And you sweet Birds that shaded from the Ray Sit Carolling and Chirping grief away Tell me sweet Birds what is' t you fain would say But ah I need not Ask 't is surely so You to our Saviours Triumphs homage owe You all await you all your Duties shew To celebrate his Worth and Praises due Hark how the Floods clap their exalted hands The Valleys sing each Field on Tiptoe stands The skipping Mountains in Choranto dance And their Heads higher than before advance Lift up your Heads ye everlasting Gates Display your Glories ye Syderial States May all your Chrystal Doors be open seen And let the King of Glory enter in 'T is done the Patriarchs leap out with speed To see the Powers of Hell in Triumph led Soft Olive-leaves they bore to Crown his Head Which prickt with Thorns had purpled Rivers shed After them flew the Prophets brightly stol'd Playing on Harps on Harps whose strings were Gold To which ten thousand Saints together sung And all the Heavens with Hallelujah's rung The Cherubims and the Seraphick crowd Holy holy holy Cry'd aloud Down from their Thrones the Dominations flew And at his Feet their Crowns and Scepters threw Nor can the Martyrs wounds them stay behind Leaving their Heaven their new-come Heaven to find Met and attended by this Company The Lamb was led into the Courts of Day FINIS