The Second part;
to the same tune.
NO resting could he find at all,
no ease of hearts content,
No house, no home nor byding place,
but wandring forth he went,
From Town to Town in forraign Lands
with grieved Conscience still,
Repenting sore the hainous guilt
of his fore-passed ill.
Thus after some few Ages past,
in wandring up and downe,
He much againe desir'd to sée
Jerusalems renowne:
But finding it all quite destroy'd,
he wandred thence with woe,
Our Saviours words which he had spoke
to verifie and show.
Ile rest (saith he) but thou shalt walke,
so doth this wandring Jew
From place to place, but cannot stay,
for seeking Countries new:
Declaring still the power of him,
whereas he comes and goes,
And of all things done in the East
since Christ his death, he showes.
The world he hath halfe compast round,
and seene those Nations strange,
That hearing of the Name of Christ,
their Idoll gods doe change:
To whom he hath told wondrous things,
of times fore-past and gone,
And to the Princes of the world
declares his cause of mone;
Desiring still to be dissolv'd,
and yeeld his mortall breath:
But yet the Lord hath thus decréed,
he shall not yet sée death;
For neither lookes he old or young,
but as he did those times
When Christ did suffer on the Crosse
for mortall sinners Crimes.
He passed many a forraigne place,
Arabia, Aegypt, Africa,
Grecia, Syria, and great Thrace,
and through all Hungaria:
Where Paul and Peter preached Christ,
those blest Apostles de••re;
Where he hath told our Saviours words
in Countries farre and neere.
And lately in Bohemia,
with many a German Towne,
And now in Flanders, as is thought,
he wandreth up and downe:
Where learned men with him confers,
of these his lingring ••ayes
And wondring much to heare him tell
his journeys and his wayes.
If people giveth this Jew an Almes,
the most that he will take
Is not above a Groat a time,
which he for Iesus sake
Will kindly give unto the poore,
and thereof make no spare,
Affirming still, that Iesus Christ
of him hath dayly care.
He nere was séene to langh nor smile,
but wéepe and make great mone,
Lamenting still his miseries,
and dayes for-past and gone.
If he heard any one blaspheme,
and take Gods Name in vaine,
He tells them that they crucifie
their Master Christ againe.
If you had séene him dye, sayes he,
as these mine eyes have done,
Ten thousand times a day would ye
his torments thinke upon,
And suffer for his sake all pains,
all torments, and all woes;
These are his words, and this his life,
whereas he comes and goes.