Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side,
Buffet, and scoffe, scourge, and crucifie mee,
For I have sinn'd, and sinn'd, and onely hee,
Who could do no iniquitie, hath dyed:
But by my death can not be satisfied
My sinnes, which passe the Jewes impiety:
They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I
Crucifie him daily, being now glorified.
Oh let mee then, his strange love still admire:
Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment.
And Iacob came cloth'd in vile harsh attire
But to supplant, and with gainfull intent:
God cloth'd himselfe in vile mans flesh, that so
Hee might be weake enough to suffer woe.
[XI. 1635-69: VII. 1633, A18, D, &c.: omitted B,
S96: added among Other Meditations. O'F: XIII. W]
[3 onely] humbly W]
[6 impiety] iniquitye D, H49]
[8 glorified.] glorified; 1633]
[12 intent:] intent 1633]