The Hymn.
But there were rocks would not relent at this:
Lo, for their own hearts, they rend His;
Their deadly hate liues still, and hath
A wild reserve of wanton wrath;
Superfluous spear! But there's a heart stands by205
Will look no wounds be lost, no deaths shall dy.
Gather now thy Greif's ripe fruit, great mother-maid!
Then sitt thee down, and sing thine eu'nsong in the sad tree's shade.
The Antiphona.
O sad, sweet tree!
Wofull and ioyfull we210
Both weep and sing in shade of thee.
When the dear nailes did lock
And graft into thy gracious stock
The hope, the health,
The worth, the wealth215
Of all the ransom'd World, thou hadst the power
(In that propitious hour)
To poise each pretious limb,
And proue how light the World was, when it weighd with Him.
Wide maist thou spred220
Thine armes, and with thy bright and blissfull head
O'relook all Libanus. Thy lofty crown
The King Himself is, thou His humble throne,
Where yeilding and yet conquering He
Prou'd a new path of patient victory:225
When wondring Death by death was slain,
And our Captiuity His captiue ta'ne.
The Versicle.
Lo, we adore Thee,
Dread Lamb! and bow thus low before Thee.
The Responsor.
'Cause by the couenant of Thy crosse230
Thou hast sau'd the World from certain losse.
The Prayer.
O Lord Iesv-Christ, Son of the liuing, &c.