The Sacrifice (part 3)

 The soldiers lead me to the common hall;
there they deride me, they abuse me all:

Yet for twelve heav'nly legions I could call:

Was ever grief like mine?

Then with a scarlet robe they me array;

Which shows my bloud to be the only way

And cordiall left to repair man's decay:

Was ever grief like mine?

Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear;

For these are all the grapes Sion doth bear,

Though I my vine planted and watered there:

Was ever grief like mine?

So sits the earth's great curse in Adam's fall

Upon my head; so I remove it all

From the earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall:

Was ever grief like mine?

Then with the reed they gave to me before,

They strike my head, the rock from whence all store

of heav'nly blessings issue evermore:

Was ever grief like mine?

They bow their knees to me, and cry, Hail king:

Whatever scoffes or scornfulnesse can bring,

I am the floore, the sink, where they it fling:

Was ever grief like mine?

Yet since man's scepters are as frail as reeds,

And thorny all their crowns, bloudie their weeds;

I, who am Truth, turn into truth their deeds:

Was ever grief like mine?

The soldiers also spit upon that face

Which Angels did desire to have the grace,

And prophets once to see, but found no place:

Was ever grief like mine?

Thus trimmed forth they bring me to the rout,

Who Crucifie him, crie with one strong shout.

God holds his peace at man, and man cries out:

Was ever grief like mine?

They leade me in once more, and putting then

Mine own clothes on, they leade me out agen.

Whom devils flie, thus is he toss'd of men:

Was ever grief like mine?

And now wearie of sport, glad to ingrosse

All spite in one, counting my life their losse,

They carrie me to my most bitter crosse:

Was ever grief like mine?

My crosse I bear myself, until I faint:

Then Simon bears it for me by constraint,

The decreed burden of each mortal saint:

Was ever grief like mine?

O all ye who passe by, behold and see:

Man stole the fruit, but I must climbe the tree;

The tree of life to all, but only me:

Was ever grief like mine?

Lo, here I hang, charg'd with a world of sinne,

The greater world of the two; for that came in

By words, but this by sorrow I must win:

Was ever grief like mine?

Such sorrow, as if sinful man could feel,

Or feel his part, he would not cease to kneel,

Till all were melted, though he were all steel.

Was ever grief like mine?

But, O my God, my God! why leav'st thou me,

The sonne, in whom thou dost delight to be?

My God, my Go------

Never was grief like mine!

Shame tears my soul, my bodie many a wound;

Sharp nails pierce this, but sharper that confound;

Reproaches, which are free, while I am bound:

Was ever grief like mine?

Now heal thyself, Physician; now come down.

Alas! I did so, when I left my crown

And father's smile for you, to feel his frown:

Was ever grief like mine?

In healing not myself, there doth consist 

All that salvation, which ye now resist;

Your safetie in my sicknesse doth subsist:

Was ever grief like mine?

Betwixt two theives I spend my utmost breath,

As he that for some robberie suffereth,

Alas! what have I stollen from you? death:

Was ever grief like mine?

A king my title is, prefixt on high;

Yet by my subjects am condemn'd to die

A servile death in servile companie:

Was ever grief like mine?

They gave me vinegar mingled with gall,

But more with malice: yet, when they did call,

With manna, angel's food, I fed them all.

Was ever grief like mine?

They part my garments, and by lot dispose 

My coat, the type of love, which once cur'd those 

Who sought for help, never malicious foes:

Was ever grief like mine?

Nay, after death their spite shall further go;

For they will pierce my side, I full well know;

That as sinne came, so sacraments might flow:

Was ever grief like mine?

But now I die; now all is finished.

My woe, man's weal: and now I bow my head:

Only let others say, when I am dead,

Never was grief like mine!