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 As if their Crimes and Villanies accurſt,

Had center'd in him, of the three the worſt;

And now his wicked perſecuting Bands

With Nails do rack, and pierce his Feet and Hands.

Of all the Suff'rings underwent,

We never read he made ſo much Complaint,

As when his Father from him did reſtrain

His ſweet comforting Countenance, he then

More Senſe of feeling doth begin to ſhew

Than all the Suff'rings that he had gone through.

At this he then this loud Complaint did make,

My God! my God! why doſt thou me forſake?

Whilſt that the God of Nature ſuff'red ſo,

Nature did ſtrange Convulſions undergo;

For three Hours Space the Sun ſuſpends his Light,

And veils the Day with Darkneſs of the Night:

The Earth doth tremble at the horrid Scene,

The flinty Rock aſunder renteth then.

Thus at, and in the Death of, there's been

A glorious Train of heav'nly Wonders ſeen.

Tho' that eternal Suffering was due

To thoſe for whom our Saviour ſuff'red now,

The infinite Value of this Sufferer did

His Suff'ring an infinite Time forbid.

This real Man, who was the mighty ,

He did now ſuffer, and ſuſtain the Load

Of human Guilt, and Heav'n's vindictive Ire,

'Till Juſtice own'd, it could no more require,