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Christ Jesus triumphant A fruitful treatise, wherein is described the most glorious triumph, and…Christ Iesus triumphant A fruitefull treatise, wherin is described the most glorious triumph, and…
Christ Jesus triumphant A fruitful treatise, wherein is described the most glorious triumph, and conquest of Christ Jesus our saviour, over sin, death, the law, the strength and pride of Satan, and the world, with all other enemies whatsoever against the poor soul of man: made too be read for spiritual comfort, by John Fox, and from Latin translated into English by the printer.Christ Iesus triumphant A fruitefull treatise, wherin is described the most glorious triumph, and conquest of Christ Iesus our sauiour, ouer sinne, death, the law, the strength and pride of Sathan, and the world, with all other enemyes whatsoeuer agaynst the poore soule of man: made too be read for spirituall comfort, by Iohn Foxe, and from Latin translated intoo English by the printer.
London: printed by John Daye, 1579London: printed by Iohn Daye, 1579
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
What man is this whom I behold all bloody, with skin all too torn with knubs and wales of stripes, hanging down his head for weakness towards his shoulder, crowned with a garland of Thorns pricking through his skull to the hard brain, and nailed too a Cross? What so heinous fault could he do too deserve it? What Judge could be so cruel as too put him too it? What hangmen could have so butcherly minds, as too deal so outrageously with him? Now I bethink my self, I know him: it is Christ.
WHat man is this whom I behold all bloudy, with skinne all too torne with knubs and wales of stripes, hangyng downe his head for weakenes toowards his shoulder, crowned with a garland of Thornes prickyng through his skull to the hard brayne, and nayled too a Crosse? What so haynous fault could he doe too deserue it? What Iudge could be so cruell as too put him too it? What hāgmen could haue so butcherly mynds, as too deale so outragiously with hym? Now I bethinke my selfe, I know him: it is Christ.
Art thou he that excellest all the children of Men in beauty? in whose lips grace was shed most plentifully, yea, even with Gods own hand? where then is that beauty of thine? Where is that grace of thy lips? I find it not, I see it not, fleshly eyes conceive not so great a mystery. Open thou the eyes of my mind. Bring thy Divine light nearer unto me, and give me power too look more wistly upon thee.
Art thou he that excellest all the children of Men in beauty? in whose lippes grace was shed most plentyfully, yea, euen with Gods owne hand? where then is that beautie of thyne? Where is that grace of thy lippes? I finde it not, I sée it not, fleshly eyes conceiue not so great a misterie. Open thou the eyes of my mynde. Bring thy Diuine light nearer vntoo mée, and giue mée power too looke more wistly vpon thée.