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A05379
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A crucifixe: or, A meditation vpon repentance, and, the holie passion. Written by Christopher Lever
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Lever, Christopher, fl. 1627.
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1607
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STC 15535; ESTC S120020
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feeds thereon So by degrees my Lord was crucified In Ciuill fellowship it is denied To gobbet vp a supper at a bit When we haue time and leisure for to sit It were good order we beginne the lowest When we this Iacobs ladder would ascend In happie progresse we attaine the rest And then we giue our trauells happie end This only coâ—…nsaile I doe recommend That he that would ascend these holy staires Must to his footing first direct his cares Then with his blessed Feete let vs beginne That now are stayned with the streaming bloud That 〈◊〉 from the Naile that stickes therein O that my eyes would doe my hart that good To be as moâ—…st as is the swelling floud For holy 〈◊〉 doth instruct my teares To wash and then to wipe them with my haires These holy passengers doe neuer haste To guilty bloud nor vnto lustfull fire No little minute of a time they waste To minister to any vaine desire In enuy therefore did the Iewes conspire To naile those holy moovers vnto wood That were such forward instruments of good Their trauell was to trauell to the weake Bring comfort to the vnrespected poore To giue the lame to goe the dumbe to speake And â—…it applyments vnto euery sore A greater yet than what was saide before They brought the newes of Peace vnto our spirite And therefore our acceptance they doe merite See how his sacred Knees be markt with praire A demonstration of his sanctitie To Adulation they vncustom'd are Nor fawne they with officiall flatterie Giue me sweete Lorde these merites to appâ—… These markes are no disgrace vnto my skinne Better be markt with holy Prayer than Sinne. Now let me reach my meditation higher And touch my Lords most blessed Heart that bleedeth This bloud cannot extinguish holy fire That in this holy principall exceedeth He warmes with Zeale and with his Blood he feedeth Our spirites that are cold and hunger-starued Wanting this Grace we men haue not deserued This Heart is not the nursery of Pride Of Murther Lust of Mammon and Debate Within his secrets there is not implide The new inuention to Equiuocate This Heart must thinke what ere his wordes relatâ—… Lying is sinne all sinne is from the Deuill The Art of Reseruation then is euill No sin had ere admittance in this place O place most sanctimonious most diuine The Presence-chamber and the seate of Grace Whereas his soule in majestie did shine How can it be the Holiest should incline To entertaine into his Chaire of State The â—…east of euills we can estimate May I sweet Iesu view in euery part The secret closet of thy thoughts within The Speaâ—…e hath made a passage to thy Heart The entrance then is open let me in To see the merite that hath vanquisht sin Do not thy mercy gate against me locke For I will euer at thy Mercy knocke See here is nothing that presents my eie But Loue but Fauour and Compassion In euery quarter Mercy I espie Mercie 's the briefe of all I looke vpon Mercie the cause and meanes of my saluation O sith there is such mercy in thy hart Sweete Iesu giue my grieued soule a parte Like to a Prince that in his royall throne Bethinkes what may his people benefit Sends this his good determination To such as at his Counsaile Table sit That by their Wisedomes they may order it So dooth the Heart determine first the deede Then sends it to the counsaile in the head Let me alittle higher now ascend Whereas my Lord his holy Armes doth spread This moralles how his Mercy doth extend Invites to save what would be perished Come vnto me all that are wearied I will support your life vnloade your cares Infuse my Grace and wipe away your teares Then sith I am inuited to this Grace Sweete Iesu giue my spirite entertaine I would vnloade my burthen in this place Whose weight is more than I can well sustaine Lord Iesu ease thy seruant of this paine Take off this heauy bondage of my sinne Thy yoke is easie let me liue therein These Hands O sacred instruments of health That neuer failed yet in any cure The sicke mans comfort and the poore mans wealth Whose holy vertue euer shall indure And euer for to help will them inure Why doe the Iewes these holy helpers wound Whose very touch made the diseased sound These mercifull and free bestowing Hands Are euer reaching their beneuolence He giueth aught to any that demands Neuer respecting gainefull recompence His bounty is not wasted with expence For as the Springs supply the wasting Streames So hath his Grace supplyment from the heauens His Flesh they wound and mortise it in wood T'vnfit my Lord from healing any more As they strike in out starts the sacred blood That cureth more than did his hands before One dramme of this will helpe the greatest sore These people in their purpose then did faile For heere is Vertue which they cannot naile This holy Vertue might my Lord be pleasd T'infuse my Soule all hackt with mortall sinne Wounded and sore in euery parte diseasd I should my restauration then beginne My hands haue blood that ouer-spreads my skinne With sinfull Guilt O let thy blood diuine Expâ—… my guilt and then my blood refine Now I arriue my much desired Port The Orbe wherein all holinesse doth moue The place whereto all wisedome doth resort The Court of Mercy Majestie and Loue Furnisht with all acquirements from aboue Such is my Lords most sacred holy Head With all these rich induments furnished This is that one and vniuersall Head That ouer all hath true preheminence Who seekes a second from the first is dead Two Vniuersals haue no excellence Who can corriuall Christ without offence Lord Sauiour Christ it doth my soule content To be a member in thy regiment From this First head deriued is all Grace That giues the members life and holy being The head is said to be the fittest place Where our immortall spirits be decreeing How to repaire this house of flesh then seeing The lower parts to Reason are but dead They must repaire for wisedome to the Head See how these Iewes this Head doe dignisie His temples with a crowne they doe adorne They call him King yet this their King must dâ—… They giue him state but that is done in scorne A Diademe they fashion him of thorne Yet know you Traytors when it toucht his head Neuer was Crowne so richly garnished A crowne of thorne O let their great offence Re-eccho backe my indignation Were ye good people at this great expence To solemnize his coronation That was the King that gaue all Kings creation See you these drops that trickle from the thorne They damne your deede but doe his Grace adorne His holy Eyes O sacred lamps of light The busie searchers of all mens distresse Whose seeing is not letted by the night In naked formes they all things can expresse They haue all knowledge and all holinesse These Plaâ—…s that are mouers in this Heauen Haue better Constellation then the Seauen Lord Iesus let thy holy Eyes reflect Their influence vpon my earthen state Thy heauenly presence is a faire aspect There doth my soule delight to speculate For by those Starres I best can calculate My lot of Grace which neuer is deni'd To him that viewes this Christ thus cruciâ—…i'd But O the organe of his holy Speech That breatheth life to euery faithfull eare This holy one his holy word did preach He giâ—…es for nothing what would cost vs deare And makes assurance where before was â—…eare Lord Iesu giue me knowledge in thy teaching I shall lesse neede these Times contentious preaching His breath he formeth into holy prayer Which doth ascend the throâ—…e of maiestie For vs poore men all his petitions were He aduocates for vs perpetuallie Thinke ye the Father will his sonne denie What neede I for moe Intâ—…rcessors care When holy Christ doth interceede his prayer Thou Splendor of thy Fathers majestie Thou God of God thou man all mens Redeemer Thou King of Iewes thou Christ they crucifie Thou one wherein all graces treasur'd are Thou mercifull thou all thou euery where To thee O Sauiour Iesus I repaire Exhibite Lord my pardon in thy prayer Pardon my youthfull sinning and my old Pardon my secrete and reuealed â—…nes Pardon my Errours that be mâ—…old Pardon committings and omitions Pardon my Nature stayned with corruptions Lord pardon all in all I haue offended Thy pardon 's free to all be it extended Now holy Ioseph helpe me to interre This sacred Corse my hart 's a fitting place Wherein thou maist his Sepulchre prepare Digge deepe old man this Graue will not disgrace My willing hart but dignifie the place Lord Iesu if this resting place may please Not three daies Lord but rest here many threes God forbid that I should reioyce but in the Crosse of our Lord Iesus Christ whereby the world is crucified vnto me and I vnto the world Galat. 6. 14.