Yet my Difciples fleep: I cannot gain Was ever grief like mine ? Arife, arife, they come. Look how they run! With clubs and staves they seek me as a Thief, Was ever grief, &c; Judas, doft thou betray me with a kifs? Was ever grief, &c. See they lay hold on me, not with the hands Was ever grief, &c. All my Difciples flee; fear puts a bar Betwixt my Friends and me. They leave that Star, That brought the Wife-men of the Eaft from far. Was ever grief, &c. Then from one Ruler to another bound They lead me; urging, that it was not found What I taught. Comments would the Text con (found. The Priefts and Rulers all false witness seek 'Gainst him, who feeks not life, but is the meek And ready Pafchal Lamb of this great week. Was ever Grief like mine? Then they accufe me of great Blafphemy, Who never thought that any Robbery. Was ever Grief, &c. Some faid, that I the Temple to the floor Why, he that built the World can do much more. Was ever grief, &C. Then they condemn me all with the fame breath, Was ever grief, &e, They bind, and lead me unto Herod; He Was ever grief, &c. Herod and all his bands do fet me light, Was ever grief, &c. Herod in judgment fits, while I do stand Was ever grief, &c. The The Jews accufe me with defpitefulness; Was ever grief like mine? 1 anfwer nothing, but with patience prove If ftony Hearts will melt with gentle love: But who does hawk at eagles with a dove? Was ever grief, &e. My filence rather doth augment their cry; Was ever grief, &c. Hark how they cry aloud ftill, Crucifie; Was ever grief, &c. Pilate a Aranger, holdeth off, but they, Was ever grief, &c. Yet fill they fhout and cry, and flop their ears, See how fpite cankers things! These words aright Was ever grief, &c. They They chufe a murderer, and all agree Was ever grief like mine? And a feditious murderer he was : But I, the Prince of Peace; peace that doth pafs Why, Cafar is their only King, not I: Was ever grief, &c. Ah, how they scourge me! yet my tenderness Was ever grief, &c. They buffet me, and box me as they lift, Was ever grief, &c. Behold, they fpit on me in fcornful wife; Was ever grief, &c. My face they cover, though it be divine; Was ever grief, &c. Servants Servants and abjects flout me; they are witty : Was ever grief like mine? And now I am delivered unto death, Was ever grief, &c! Weep not, dear Friends, fince I for both have wept, When all my Tears were blood, the while you flept: Your Tears for your own Fortunes fhould be kept. Was ever grief, &c. The Souldiers led me to the common hall; Was ever grief, &c. Then with a scarlet Robe they me array; Was ever grief, &c. Then on my Head a crown of thorns I wear, Was ever grief, &c. So fits the Earths great curfe in Adam's fall From th' earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall, Was ever grief, &c. Then |