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 Then Jeſus, who moſt perfectly knew all

The Things that then unto him did befall,

To his rude Foes moſt mildly he did ſpeak,

Unto them ſaid, Who is it that you ſeek?

Jeſus of Nazareth, ſay they, ſeek we.

Jeſus return'd an Anſwer, I am he.

This Word of his, his Foes did ſo confound.

They backward went and fell upon the Ground.

Whom do ye ſeek? again our Saviour ſaith,

They ſaid again Jeſus of Nazareth.

If ye ſeek me, he to them then did ſay,

Let theſe my own Diſciples go away.

What Love is like the Love of Jeſus, who

So much Concern doth for his People ſhow?

The Shepherd good, that he his Sheep might ſave.

His Life a Ranſom for his Sheep he gave,

While thus he interceedeth with the Foe,

That they might let his own Diſciples go,

He for himſelf then not one Word doth ſpeak,

Nor any Favour from his Foes doth ſeek:

And tho' he could juſt by one Word of Wrath,

E'en in one Moment cruſh them all to Death;

Infinite Pow'r yet here moſt tamely ſtands,

Till feeble Creatures bind his Holy Hands;

And being bound, is led away to thoſe

That were his chiefeſt Enemies and Foes:

For of this Sort then did conſiſt the Tribes

Of Prieſts and Elders, Phariſees and Scribes;

A Cloud of whom do now about him meet,

That he ſhould die, they then were all unite.

To Pilate then, without the leaſt delay,

They led our Lord and Saviour away;