He's taken Prisoner, and strongly bound,Who in one moments time could quite confound send.The Universe, and all that him offendDown to Hell's bottom quick with vengeanceYet like a Lamb he's to the slaughter led,And, as a Malefactor, suffered.Most dreadful sorrows did his Soul indureThat peace and Joy for her he might procure;To bring his purpose to an happy end,He manifests himself indeed a Friend,A bounteous Friend, who thinks his Life not dear,But freely lays it down, doth freely bearThe stroke of Justice, that he might recoverHer forfeit Life again. Oh! Sacred Lover!Oh! Matchless Love and Grace! Let every EyeOpen its Sluces, draw its Fountains dry.If he for us such bitter sorrows felt,Then let the thoughts of his strong Passion meltOur sin-congealed hearts, our hearts of stone.What was the reason why this Sacred OneDid bear all this? Were not our sins the cause?He suffers, but 'twas we had broke the Laws.Is he betray'd to Death? Weep o're his Herse,who only di'd our Death for to reverse.You Sin-sick Souls, think on his bloody Passion,And then take up this bitter Lamentation:Dear God! I sin'd, and did a Saviour need,And must the Lord of Life and Glory bleed!Ah! must his dear and precious blood be spilt,To free me from my vile and horrid Guilt?0