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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31568	A sacred poem wherein the birth, miracles, death, resurrection, and ascension of the most holy Jesus are delineated ... : also eighteen of David's psalms, with the Book of Lamentations paraphras'd, together with poems on several occasions / by James Chamberlaine.	Chamberlaine, James, Sir, d. 1699.	1680 (1680)	Wing C1817; ESTC R34419	74,873	219

a King Am I a Jew said Pilate Do I read Their Books to know what they are promised Or whom they do expect Not I but they Who are without charge thee with what I say Tell me the great Offence which thou hast done To make them bring this Accusation The blessed Jesus not at all dismaid At this their Charge unto his Judg thus said As for an earthly Kingdom I ne're sought Had I done this my Servants would have sought And not have suffer'd what you see these Bands But rescu'd me from my Oppressors Hands Now since they did not Fight in my Defence You may conclude my Kingdom 's not from hence What dost thou own said Pilate unto me Thou art a King and hast Authority Jesus reply'd 't is true a King I am To be a Witness to the Truth I came Into the VVorld the Pious do submit Unto my Rule and never question it Then Pilate ask'd him what by Truth he meant But waited not his Answer out he went Unto the Jews ask'd them why they brought This Man to him in whom he found no fault You know you have a Custom ev'ry Year When you do celebrate your Passover That I release a Pris'ner whom ye chuse Will ye that I set free the King o' th' Jews Enrag'd at this they all Barabbas cry Barabbas we will have let this Man dye Now this Barabbas was a Robber known And cast in Prison for a Murder done Pilate much fearing that the stubborn Jews Would make an uproar if he should refuse To punish Jesus forthwith gave command Unto a Souldier of the Roman-Band To Scourge the Pris'ner hoping they would be Appeas'd with this and Vote his Liberty From Head to Foot the Villain strips him bare And with his Scourge his tender Flesh doth tear A Crown of Thorns the Souldiers wreath which done Upon his sacred Brow they crush it on Pierc'd to the Skull down trills the purple Goar In trembling drops upon the blushing Floor A purple Robe of Tyrian-dy they throw Upon his Shoulders with the Knee they bow And thus salute him Hail great King o' th' Jews His tender Sides with cruel Rods they bruise Thus rudely us'd Pilate goes forth again And tells the Jews he finds no fault i' th' Man Him follows Jesus with their marks of Scorn A purple Robe and Diadem of Thorn Pilate presents him to them lo said he What 's here of Terrour or of Majesty Neither his Wounds nor Tears of Blood could move Their Savage-Breasts to show one spark of Love The sight of them encreast their Thirst the more After his Death the Souldiers o're and o're With the Chief Priests importunately cry To have him judg'd to Death immediately When Pilate found that nothing would asswage But Death the burning Passion of their Rage Take him said he for I profess I find No fault in him and if you have a mind To have him dye do you your selves the deed I dare no farther in this Case proceed We have a Law and by that Law you may Reply the Jews the great Blasphemer slay Who makes himself the Son of the Most High As he hath done ought by our Laws to Dye The Son of God the Jews no sooner said But Pilate trembled and was sore affraid With hasty Steps unto the Judgment-Hall He goes again and doth for Jesus call The tortur'd Pris'ner was no sooner come But he demands what Lineage he came from To him no Answer Jesus doth afford Long he expects but doth not get one word Wilt thou not speak said Pilate unto me Who have the pow'r to kill or set thee free I own thy pow'r said Jesus and submit Unto the Cross when thou shalt sentence it Yet know the power thou hast over me From God proceeds 't is he who gives it thee Therefore the greater Sins the Jews commit Who make thy power to their Wills submit To crucifie the great Creator's Son Meerly because they will it should be done Appall'd at this from henceforth Pilate sought To free his Pris'ner but the Jews cry'd out Thou art not Caesars Friend nor do'st discharge Thine Office truly should'st thou him enlarge Who makes himself our King and he doth so Deserves to Dye for he is Caesar's Foe Then Pilate hearing what the Jews did say Into the place he went call'd Gabbatha Down on the Seat of Judgment straight he sate Commanding Jesus forthwith to be brought This on the Preparation-day was done Of their great Feast 't was towards the Noon Behold your King said Pilate they all cry Away away with him and let him Dye Will ye consent unto so foul a thing Said Pilate as to Crucifie your King Caesar's our King no other King we 'll own For this bold Wretch who claims a Sov'raign Throne Reply'd the Jews we know his Father's Name And the despised Town from whence he came And scorn to yield our Necks to such a One Who a Blasphemer is and Rebel known His Death Pilate with this their Envy over-come Past from his trembling-Lips the final Doom Decreed by the great God to drink the Cup And then most vilely gave his Pris'ner up Unto their Rage who to the Slaughter goes Dumb as a Lamb mid'st his insulting Foes Bearing his Cross most of that tedious way As he ascended unto Golgotha Where being come and nail'd upon the Wood Through both the Hands and Feet these Monsters stood And with reproachful Terms did him revile Though for their Sins his Wounds did bleed the while Two guilty Villains one on either side Of this most spotless Lamb they Crucify'd Such an inglorious End to him they gave VVho had no Sin but Sinners came to save Over his Cross after the Roman Rite Pilate his Accusation thus did Write Jesus of Naz'reth the King of the Jews In Syriack Greek and Latin he did chuse To have it Writ because the place was nigh To Salem where this Victim hung on high And many People were assembled there To celebrate the Feast and Passover When the Chief Priests and Scribes the Title read They humbly begg'd to have it altered And in the Room of it upon the Cross To write he said the King o' th' Jews he was But Pilate told them what is writ is writ I am resolv'd I will not alter it Now when the Souldiers had their duties done And crucify'd the great Jehovah's Son Before his spotless Soul had took its flight From its most pure abode they in his sight Seiz'd on his Garments to division went And in four parts his under Vest they rent Each took his share but when the seamless Coat All of one piece wove from the top throughout They had well view'd they judg'd 't would useless be If it were torn therefore they all agree That he who with the Dice could highest throw The whole entire Vest to him should go These things they did that David's Prophecy Which he foretold of them fulfill'd might be Now by the Cross of Jesus full of

that thou shalt conceive She who is barren call'd Elizabeth Is now with Child To Zach'ry I brought down The joyful Message of a wisht-for Son Six Months with Child she 's gone with God there 's nought How strange soe're but he can bring 't about The Conception it self Behold said she the Handmaid of the Lord Be it to me according to thy Word For ever Lord thy Glorious Name be prais'd Who from a low and abject State hast rais'd And in renown exalted me above The rest of Women by this mark of Love Mary's saluting Elizabeth No sooner Gabriel had his Message done But back he flew to Heaven's Glorious Throne Up from her bended Knees the Virgin rose And straightway went to Zacharia's house Within Judeas hilly Country where She found her Cousin and saluted her The welcome Greeting did no sooner sound Within her Ears but she the Infant found To leap within her Womb and straight her Breast With a Prophetick Spirit was possest And thus she spake Elizabeth's Exclamation Blessed art thou most lovely Maid above The rest of Women in th' Almighty's Love Blessed for ever Blessed is that Son Of the Great God within thy Virgin Zone O what a joy is it for me to see The Mother of my Lord to visit me For loe mine ears no sooner heard thy Voice But in my Womb the Infant did rejoyce Blessed art thou because thou didst believe The Angels Message it shall never grieve Thee that thy Faith was so much wrought upon For e're nine Months thou shalt bring forth this Son Then Mary said Magnificat My Soul doth praise the Lord for evermore And Spirit joyes in God my Saviour For he regarded hath the low estate Of his poor Servant and hath made her great So great that Generations henceforth shall Respect my name and highly-Blessed call For he that mighty is great things hath done For me beyond imagination His Mercy is from Age to Age on them Who serve him blessed be his Glorious Name He with his Pow'rful Arm hath to the great And proud Designers given a Defeat He from their Seats the Mighty hath put down And rais'd the humble Soul unto a Crown He hath the needy with good things supply'd But to the proud his Mercies hath deny'd He in remembrance of his promise made To Abra'm and his Seed hath now made glad And holpen Isr'el for within my Womb There lies inclos'd the promis'd Seed to come S. John's Birth Well nigh three Months within her Cousins House Remain'd the lovely new betrothed Spouse Of Joseph till she plainly did perceive Her Womb contain'd him who the World should save Then she took leave and forthwith to her home Poor and despised Nazareth did come Some few days after of a lovely Boy Eliz'beth was deliver'd to the joy Of all her Neighbours her Relations were Glad when they heard how God a Son and Heir Had given to her and had Mercy shown Making her pregnant who was barren known On the Eighth Day they all together came To Circumcise and give the Child a Name The bloody Act perform'd they voted all Him by the name of Zachary to call But when the Mother heard how they her Son Had Zachary nam'd she gave the name of John They told her none of her Relations were Call'd by that Name as ever they could hear Unto the Father they made signs to know How he would have him call'd 't should be so He made them signs to have a Book which brought Within it John unto their wonder wrote Which having done his Tongue immediately From its restraint was set at liberty And in most thankful manner the first thing Was the Almighty's praise which he did sing When they heard this who round about did dwell A reverential fear upon them fell Believing all this Child in time would prove Some mighty man whom Heaven so did love Who in the Womb and ever since hath been By God so favour'd as was never seen Old Zacharias who was musing on What Gabriel said of his and Mary's Son A sacred flame arose within his Breast And thus divinely sung the inspir'd Priest Benedictus Blest be the God of Isra'l and esteem'd Who hath his People visited and Redeem'd And rais'd within his servant Davids house A mighty King and Saviour unto us As by his holy Prophets mouths he spake Which have been since he the vast World did make That we should be delivered from all those Who are our secret or our open Foes To keep his mercy which he promised To our Fore-fathers and their num'rous Seed The Oath he swore to Abraham on this wife That he would free us from our Enemies That we securely may devote our days To do his Will and sing his worthy praise And thou my Child of the most High I know Shalt be a mighty Prophet thou shalt go Before the Christ t' instruct the World how they May him imbrace and all his Laws obey To teach them how when they have evil done Through him they may obtain Remission All through the mercy of our God whereby Christ hath to us descended from on high To give them Light who do in Blindness sit Within the Vale of Death and guide our Feet Into the path of peace which pleasant way Will lead us all to joys which ne're decay Thus sung the aged Priest unto his joy In Spirit strong and stature grew the Boy John's Education Within the Mountains of Judea he Severely past his tender Infancy There he abode until the day wherein His Ministerial Function did begin Now in the forty fourth year of his Raign The great Augustus Caesar did ordain And strictly charge that all in every Town Within the Roman Empire should set down Their Names Fortunes in those Cities where Their Ancestors were born of whom they were When this first Taxing was by Caesar made Cyrenius for his Province Syria had To their respective Cities each one went To be enroll'd in Caesar's Government From Galilee out of Naz'reth Joseph came With Mary big with Child to Bethlehem Because they both of David's Princely Race Descended were who born was in that place It came to pass they were no sooner there But Mary found the happy time drew near Wherein she must her first born Son bring forth The Word by whom God made both Heav'n and Earth The Birth of Christ Within the Inn no room she could obtain Although she sought it o're and o're again Into the Stable she was forc'd to go Then on the ground her Knees did humbly bow And in the midst of glorious thoughts the Son Of the Most High brought forth without a groan In Swadling-Cloaths she wrapp'd her First-born Child And on the Straw she laid him in the Field Were Shepheards who by nightly turns did look Unto their innocent and wealthy Flock When lo an Angel from the glittering Throne Of the Almighty came and round them shone The daz'ling brightness of his presence made The watchful Shepheards