What Christ Suffered In His Body, For The Sinnes Of Our Bodies. - Poem by Henry Arthington
Immanuell Iesus Christ our Lord,
Hauing fulfild his Fathers Law,
Did likewise willingly accord,
The penalty to vndergo.
That where we all deserued shame,
In body and Soule eternally,
He would needes suffer for the same,
In both respects to set vs free,
His blessed body did beginne,
To suffer griefe in euery part,
Sore whipt and scourged for our sinne.
Which needs must vex his inward hart.
His head was crowned with sharp Thornes,
His eyes and eares, indured paine,
His tongue with taunts the bad did scorne,
Who still accursed do remaine.
His Armes, his Legges, his hands, his feete,
Was nayled fast vpon the Tree,
As sacrifice for sinne most meete,
For our offences so to be.
His harmelesse side with pearcing speare,
Was wounded deepely for our sake,
From whence blood ran and water cleare,
Our full attonement for to make.
And last of all, his guiltles death,
Vpon the crosse, and put in graue,
Shall sanctifie our mortall breath,
Eternall rest with Christ to haue.
O blessed Iesus, King of Kings,
How much is mankind bound to thee,
We must confesse in all these things,
And euer prayse thy maiesty.
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