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SHall we rejoyce, my Soul, to Day? Shall we not mourn at the Fune∣ral of our dear Redeemer?
Such, O Lord, was the excess of thy Goodness; to derive Joys for us from thine own Sorrows.
Thou forbadest thy Followers to weep for thee; and reservest to thy self alone the Shame and Grief.
Thou invitest all the World to glory in thy Cross; and commandest us to delight in the memory of thy Passion.
Sing then all you dear bought Nations of the Earth; sing Hymns of Glory to the holy Jesus.
Sing every one who pretends to Felici∣ty; sing immortal Praises to the God of our Salvation.
To him who for us endur'd so much Scorn; and patiently receiv'd so many Injuries.
To him who for us sweat drops of Blood; and drank off the dregs of his Father's Wrath.
To the eternal Lord of Heaven and Earth; who for us was slain by the hands of the Wicked.
Who for us was led away as a Sheep to the Slaughter; and as a meek Lamb, open∣ed not his Mouth.
Whither, O my God, did thy Com∣passions carry Thee? how did thy Cha∣rity so much prevail with Thee?
Was it not enough to become Man for us; but thou must expose thy self to all our Miseries?
Was it not enough to labour all thy Life; but thou must suffer for us even the Pains of Death?
No, gracious Lord, thy Mercy still observ'd some Wants in our Nature to be unsupplyed.
Thou sawest our too much fondness of Life needed thy parting with it to recon∣cile us to Death.
Thou sawest our fear of Sufferings could no way be abated; but by freely undergoing them in thine own Person.
O blessed Jesus, whose Grace alone be∣gins, and ends, and perfects all our Hopes!
How are we bound to praise thy Love; how infinitely oblig'd to adore thy Good∣ness?
At any rate thou wouldst still go on; to heal our weak and wounded Nature.
Even at the price of thine own dear Blood; thou would'st finish for us the purchase of Heaven.
Glory be to the Father, &c. As it was in the beginning, &c.