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 and ye to your ſhort-homes; but I ſhall be at my home, before ye be at yours—He prayed, that, ſeeing he was called to do the work which he never did, he might have the ſtrength which he never had.

I heard beheaed ſaints above, Call to each other, Sirs, make room for. Who when he came to tread the fatal ſtage, (Which provd his glory, and his en'mies rage) His blood ne'er run to's heart; Chriſt's blood was there, Receiving it: His own was all to ſpare: Which, riling in his cheeks, did ſeem to ſay, Is this the blood you thirſt for? Tak't I pray, Spectators in his looks ſuch life did ſee, That they appearid more like to die than he. Lightnings, which fill'd the Air with blazing light, Did ſerve for Torches at that diſmal night: In which, and all next day, for many hours, Heav'n gron'd in thunder, and did weep in ſhow'rs: Nor do I wonder that God thunderld ſo, When Boanerges murder'd lay below.