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A44538 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. Horneck, Anthony, 1641-1697. 1700 (1700) Wing H2847; ESTC R215362 10,107 26

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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 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 So●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 s●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'l● 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 i●●is Face like Bruits O Lord why dost thou not cut them off Peace silly