TH SUPERLIMINARE THOU, whom the former precepts have Sprinkled, and taught how to behave Thyself in church; approach, and taste The Church's mystical repast. Avoid profaneness; come not here: A THE ALTAR BROKEN Altar, Lord, Thy servant rears, No workman's tool hath touched the That, if I chance to hold my peace, cease. O let Thy blessed Sacrifice be mine, And sanctify this Altar to be Thine. THE SACRIFICE ALL ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind The princes of My people make a head Without Me each one, who doth now Me brave, Mine own apostle, who the bag did bear, Was ever grief like Mine? For thirty pence he did My death devise, Therefore My soul melts, and My heart's dear treasure Was ever grief like Mine? These drops being tempered with a sinner's tears, Curing all wounds, but Mine; all, but My fears. Yet My disciples sleep: I cannot gain Arise, arise, they come. Look how they run! With clubs and staves they seek Me, as a thief, Judas, dost thou betray Me with a kiss? See, they lay hold on Me, not with the hands All My disciples fly; fear puts a bar Betwixt My friends and Me. They leave the star, That brought the wise men of the East from far: Was ever grief like Mine? Then from one ruler to another bound The priests and rulers all false witness seek Then they accuse Me of great blasphemy, Who never thought that any robbery : Was ever grief like Mine? Some said, that I the temple to the floor Then they condemn Me all with that same breath, They bind, and lead Me unto Herod: he Was ever grief like Mine? Herod and all his bands do set Me light, Herod in judgment sits, while I do stand; |