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SEe the extreme confusion and contempt unto which Jesus is exposed, since his owne peo∣ple preferre a notorious Robber be∣fore him, condemne him to the Crosse, and demand his death, to give life to a Malefactor. O blind∣nesse of humane Spirit, which makes more account of Terrene, then Heavenly things, which ho∣nours Barabas to reject Jesus. De∣plore this unhappinesse; and beseech the same Jesus never to permit that humane respects or compla∣cency,
may ever cause you to pre∣fer men before God, or the Creature before the Creator.
LOrd, I blush for shame and confusion, seeing the little account is made of you; that they condemne you unto the Crosse to give life to a Thiefe, and reject you to receive Barab∣bas. Neverthelesse, this is done in your Passion: and at present (O unhappy soule) I find even that in my selfe, which I con∣demne in the Jewes; for alas! God of goodnesse, how often in my life have I rejected your grace, to obey the cupidities of my heart? How often through
a damnable blindnesse have I endeavoured to satisfie my selfe, and please the Creature against your intentions? Finally how often have I preferred the Earth before Heaven, men before God▪ and my owne private contentment, before your ho∣ly will? It is high time (O Sa∣viour of my soule) that I acknow∣ledge my fault, that I change my life, and open my eyes, to discerne how the world is no∣thing to me and that you are my All. I confesse my crime, I accuse my infidelity, and condemn both my life and all my actions past: Be pleased (O good Jesus) to give me a true repentance of them, and grant that my heart may breake with sorrow, and
my eyes distill fountaines of teares to expiate all my offences; for I desire (my Iesus) to satis∣fie your love, and to live under your Lawes.