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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00970	Christes bloodie sweat, or the Sonne of God in his agonie. By I.F.	Fletcher, Joseph, 1577?-1637, attributed name.; Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 11076; ESTC S117622	33,882	70

one accord They boast the glorie of their owne desert Damning the s●mpe and the poore in minde As serues their lusts Blinde guides to lead the blinde All those the Lord foresaw and gron'd in Spirit Sweated in blood was heauie to the death That so his precious passion blamelesse merit Should be abus'd that he had giu'n his breath His life his ghost his soule yet could not win Such wretched creatures from inchanting sin Inchanting sinne that with it's cunning charmes Luls men in death-full sleepes and slily makes Impostum'd vlcers of vnsenced harmes Rockes them in Lethargies and neuer wakes Reason to feele the bane-impotion'd wrath Which by such dead securitie it hath This was the cause that from our Sauiour drew A bloodie sweat so grieuous to be borne As did the eyes of cruell men but view How with this bloodie tempest he was worne Humane compassion could not choose but melt To thinke vpon the sorrowes which he felt No measure did his payned soule acquaint With case or respite no Arithmeticke Cast vp the summe of his vnheard complaint No heart conceiue the dolours that did pricke With fiery stings his manhood and appall His face with streames which burst in twain his gall For as a Riuer running in a round Hauing no vent or sluce to slide away Will make by force eruptions in the ground Drowne all the neighbour-land and neuer stay Till with a violent course and headlong rage It slacke his strength and of it selfe asswage Euen so the tide of many griefes abounding Sweld in the bosome of the Sonne of God Still growing to a head and still confounding His fraile mortalitie deepe horrors rod Till bursting foorth with might and furie great It drown'd his bodie in a bloodie sweat Who euer saw as often hath beene seene A shoure of blood but thought it did portend Some doome of Iudgement or some angry teene Of heauens-incensed King So heere the end Of this strange bloodie raine doth shew in briefe How shortly Christ was to be wrapt in griefe The pangs of death th'ntollerable paines Which wofull creatures were to vndergoe The man Christ Iesus in this sweat sustaines Consuming wrath and soule-deuouring woe He felt that he vs men might timely free From Gods vnchanging and diuine Decree Not that his death could abrogate the will Of his great Father for he aym'd not to it But that in death he wholly might fulfill The eternall Iustice as hee came to doe it Who as hee death from men for sin required Had in his Sons death more than death desired Yet neither did the Death or Bloodie sweat Of Christ extend to soules ordain'd to Hell But to the chosen and elect beget A double life although the Scriptures tell How this meeke Lambe of God did chiefly come To call the lost sheepe and the strayers home Looke how the blessed doe pertake the good Sweete pledge of bountie precious Seale of Ioyes Which issues from his Water and his Blood So both alike the Reprobate destroyes Gods mercies to the Righteous to his foes Are Iustice to augment their enlesse woes When Isack's seede fled from th' Egyptian force And through the Red Sea tooke the readie way The waters stood on heapes and slaid their course Both waues and windes the passage did obey And in those waters safely paston ground In which whiles Pharaoh follow'd he was drown'd Whereby as water sau'd the Lords Elect And led them through the terrors of the deepe So water to them of a deulish sect Prou'd sod ine death and neuer-waking sleepe Christs bloo●ie sweat is that Red Sea whose power Secures the good and doth the bad deuoure The Cloude and fierie ●ille● that gaue light● Vnto the children in the desert plaines● The one by day the other shin'd by night Guiding their iourneis comforting their paines Were to the Hoast of Egypt mistes obscure To blind their eyes and certaine death procure Which burning Pillar and which shining Cloud Is Christ vnto whose blood such are baptiz'd As by the Holy Spirit are allow'd When otherwise all such as are despis'd Are darkned in the comforts of their sight And loose the glorie of this holy light A greater ligh more holy and Diuine Surp●ssing all the splendour of the Sun Could neuer to the eyes of mortals shine Then this most sacred Blood which hath vndon And laid to publick view the Mount of Euill Which both was fram'd and colourd by the Deuill In after-times when in the winters cold Folkes vse to warme them by their nightly fires Such Parents as the time of life termes old Wasting the season as the night requires In stead of tales may to their children tell What to the Lord of glorie once befell Once may they say my childe a time there was When men were beasts so cruelly they liu'd As they did nights and dayes in pleasure passe Like some of Reason and of Sence depriu'd Not fearing God or louing man giu'n ore To Lust and Will as beasts could doe no more The naughtie Deuill slylie did intice By sensuall sports and pittilesse deceits Our weake fore-fathers to insnaring vice Masking his tyrannie with wanton baites And wee in them did euery thing he wil'd vs Till the foule feind my childe had almost kild vs. But straight when our good God almightie saw How neere vnto the Pit-hole wee were brought For being not obedient to his Law He forthwith of a remedie bethought And hee to saue vs from this wicked Feind His onely Sonne into the world did send A louely Sonne my childe a daintie boy Who had a cheeke as red as any cherie Sweete babie was his mothers only ioy And made her ●eauie heart full often merie Who though he were Gods Son yet like a stranger Hee in a Stable borne was in a Manger And poore God knowes he was my childe not fine Or like a gentleman in gay attyre But simple clothes hee had which was a signe How little to be proud hee did desire Yet if hee would haue sought for worldly grace Hee might haue gone in silke and golden lace When he was twelue yeeres old marke this my child Hee was a perfect Scholer and did pose Great learned clarkes and Doctors but so milde As hee would neuer chide but rather chose To teach then anger and one might perswade him To doe whats'uer any bodie bad him Thirtie good yeeres and odde this blessed man Liu'd on the earth in all which time he seem'd So comfortlesse with lookes so pale and wan As if he had not bin by men esteem'd Full many an hungry meale he made and lay Bare leg'd and bare-foote many a day Hee neuer laugh'd but he did euermore Weepe weepe continually and O my child Hee neuer did none harme he holpt the poore Cur'd tht diseas'd and such as were beguild With witches and with wicked things God blesse vs He droue them from vs when they would oppres vs. And hee made much of

hunger cold thirst scorne despight Friends father mother brethren children wife Must be forgon yea landes and goods and life His Crosse must be tooke vp and as he was In meekenesse sufferance patience and sobrietie Such must we be thus must we ouer passe The wars of frayltie lusts sacietie We must lay downe our liues and gaine the crowne Of life indeed as life we do lay downe Vnto the simple was the Lord reuealed To men obscure disdained and vnlearned His mercy from the mighty is concealed He onely of the poore will be discerned That they who to the world are poore in show Might teach the world and greatnesse ouerthrow When to the barre of iudgement we shall plead And hold vp guiltie hands and sue for grace A booke shall be brought foorth thereon to read A miserere mei but our case Wil be so hard our sins will so depraue vs As then our booke will come too late to saue vs. For then our booke● the booke that doth containe The words of life Christs bloody sweat and passion That booke will witnesse how we did disdaine His loue and driue vs to a desperation And then not euery one that cries Lord Lord Shal be receiu'd for scorning of his word Then shall the Lord reply for you I sweated Sad drops of blood and yet you would not loue me For you in agonie my heart was heated My wounds did cry yet would ye not approue me I know ye not ye cursed creatures goe Where damned soules do feele eternall woe Neuer may day giue comfort to your cryes But ouer-cloud you in perpetuall night Neuer hence forward may your hopes arise For to behold my life-restoring sight Let death and diuels torture you for euer For you shal be released neuer neuer Here shall the wantons for a downy bed Be rackt on pal●ets of stil-burning steele Here shall the glutton that hath dayly fed On choice of daintie diet hourely feele Worse meat then toads beyond time be drencht In flames of fire that neuer shal be quencht Each moment shall the killer be tormented With stables that shall not so procure his death The drunkard that would neuer be contented With drinking vp whole flagons at a breath Shal be deni'd as he with thirst is stung A drop of water for to coole his tongue The mony-hoording Miser in his throat Shall swallow molten lead the spruce perfum'd Shall smell most loathsome brimstome he who wrote Soule-killing rimes shall liuing be consum'd By such a gnawing worme that neuer dies And heare in stead of musicke hellish cries No sin that is not washt in true repentance Shall scape in euery sence to be perplexed But euery sin● and sinner shall haue sentence To be without all end with horrors vexed And that not for a day a month a score Of yeares or terme or time but euermore For as the God whom such haue once offended Is infinite in maiestie and power So shall their tortures be to them extended Most infinite and ceast not to deuoure And after thousand thousand yeares their sin Is no more free then when it did begin Loe here the view of soules condemn'd to hell Yet here is not the woorst of their indurance Their greater torments are for that they fell From euerlasting ioyes and knowne assurance Of Gods great glory which so long remaines As date-lesse as are their all-scorning paines Vnto the blessed shall he change his voyce And with as much grim horror as he spoke The curse of wrath so sweet shal be the voyce That with a gratious mildnesse shall prouoke Laughter and comfort to the long distrest When he shall call them to his quiet rest Come will he say ye blessed of my Father Vnto the kingdome he hath chosen for you Since in the time of frailtie ye had rather Then serue as worldlings haue the world abhor you You gron'd and sigh'd and mortifide the flesh Waiting till I your sorrowes do refresh My Bloody sweate won pitie in your eyes And you poore soules did loue me in my griefes My base reproofe you no way did despise Hungry cold naked thirstie your reliefes Did cheare my dying heart for which regard Take life eternall for your due reward Here shall the Martyrs slaine vpon the Alter Of persecution for his glorious sake By Bannishment the sword the axe the halter The water racke the whip the fierie stake No longer crie how long but rest in peace And haue such pleasures as shall neuer cease Here shall the meeke in spirit be exalted The naked clothd in perfect robes of white The poore that felt no tast of sin be salted With sauours of exceeding great delight The hungry fed the sicke releeu'd the chast With honors that shall neuer fall be grac't Those when the Trumpet from the flaming skies Shall sound a summons to the day of doome Heard shrill euen from the simple to the wise Shall with the Lord of glory fairely come And stand as witnesses then to prouoke The Lord to iudgment whiles the heauen ● smoke Here Diues from the flames he suffers in Lookes vp and faintly on the Lords right hand Who comes to pay the wages of his sin Beholds poore Lazarus in triumph stand And then his conscience prompts him telling how As he did once scorne him he scorns him now What boots complaints or whither can he run To hide him from that presence all in vaine He cals to mind the follyes he hath done But cannot ransome backe his time againe Iustice pronounceth as it iustly fitted Sin shewd no pittie sinne must not be pittied Vnto this Audit and seuere accompt How we haue liu'd what words we spoke what praier We made what thoughts we thought how wee surmount In goodnesse how the poore we did repaire● What can we answer but in meeke accord Confesse vs guiltie and cry mercy Lord A sparrow cannot fall vnto the ground Without the prouidence of God aboue Our haires are numbred and we shal be found The heires of promise as we hate or loue The secrets of our hearts are not our owne Our hearts and secrets then will both be knowne Before the issue of which dolefull day When no excuse will be admitted there A time is giuen and a tongue to pray O who will then that precious time deferre But whiles the sufferance of our God is great Fly to the safety of his Bloody sweate His bloody sweate the comfortable matter That must renew vs in the time of need Both meat and drink ● blood meat drink the water The last to quicken and the first to feed Water the seale of Baptisme doth present And blood his supper each a sacrament See here in earnest meditations now The mystery of all saluation How orderly God hath ordaind and how He wisely wrought it from the first creation So good this gracious God is to