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CIII.

St. LUKE Chap. XXIII. Ver. 3, to 24.

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3. Pilate asked him faying, Art thou the king of the Jews? And he answered him and faid, Thou Jayeft it.

4. Then faid Pilate to the chief priests and to the people, I find no fault in this man, &c.

15. No, nor yet Herod : for I fent you to him, and lo, nothing worthy of death is done unto him, &c. 21. But they cried, faying, Crucifie him, crucifie him, &c.

24. And Pilate gave fentence that it should be as they required.

CIV.

Chrift led away to his Crucifixion on Mount Calvary.

Condemn'd and Scourg'd, our Saviour they

convey

To Calvary, a long and dol'rous Way:
He faints beneath his Croffes pond'rous Load,
And marks with Tracks of Blood, the crowded

Road.

Their cruel Mercy makes a Stranger share
The odious Weight, and after Jefus bear.
The fofter Sex, 'twas all they dar'd, expreft
In fighs their Grief, and fpake in Tears the reft.
To whom, compaffionate, our Lord-- No more
Lament for me, or my fad Fate deplore ;
Enough of Grief's for my Misfortunes shown,
Referve the reft, you'll need it for your own.
The Day, the dreadful Day approaches nigh,
And big with Wrath, prepares to mount the Sky;
The barren Womb no longer then, a Curse,
Wo to the Mothers then, and vainly fruitful Nurfe!

CIV.

St. LUKE Chap. XXIII. Ver. 26, 27, 28.

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26. As they led him away, they laid hold upon one Simon a Cyrenian, coming out of the country, and on him they laid the cross, that he might bear it after Fefus.

27. And there followed him a great company of people, and of women, which also bewailed and lamented him:

28. But Jefus turning unto them, faid, Daughters of Jerufalem, weep not for me, but weep for your felves, and for your children.

CV.

Chrift crucified, pierc'd and revild.

HIgh-rais'd, behold upon th’unhappy Tree,

Sinner! Behold the Lord that dy'd for Thee! See where below, the Rulers him deride! Behold, above, the Sun his Glories hide, Nor bear to view his Head, his Hands, his Side. See the fick Earth her hollow Vaults difplay, Nature in Pangs, as at the laft Great Day: Th'Holy of Holies bare to Eyes profane, The Temple's Sacred Veil is rent in twain: While thus the Lamb of God, thus meekly pray'd For those who him in his laft Pains upbraid, Who his Deftruction and their own pursue; "Father forgive, they know not what they do. At length, I thirst, he faintly crys, they run For eager Wine, he tafts and fays-- "Tis done." He bow'd his Head, "Receive my Soul, he cry'd, * Dear Father, in thy Arms, he bow'd his Head and dy'd..

IC/V.

St. LUKE Chap. XXIII. Ver. 33,to 46.

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33. When they were come to the place which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactours; one on the right hand, and the other on the left.

34. Then faid Fefus, Father, forgive them, &c. 45. And the fun was darkned, and the veil of the temple was rent in the mids.

46. And when Jefus had cried with a loud voice, be faid, Father, into thy hands I commend my Spr rit: and having faid thus, he gave up the ghost.

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