Meditations on the holy sacrament of the Lords last Supper Written many years sinceMeditations on the holy sacrament of the Lords last Supper Written many yeares since

It was thy Hypocrisy which was the kiss that betrayed him, thy covetousness the thorns that crowned him, thy oppression, and cruelty the nails, and Spears that pierced him, thy Idolatry and superstition the knee that mocked him, thy contempt of religion the spittle that defiled him, thy anger and bitterness the gall, and vinegar that distasted him, thy Crimson, and redoubled sins the Purple that dishonoured him, in a word thou wert the Jew that killed him. Canst thou then have so many members as weapons wherewith to crucify thy Saviour, and hast thou not a heart wherein to recognize, and a tongue wherewith to celebrate the benefits of that blood which thy sins had poured out? The fire is quenched by that water which by its heat was caused to run over, and shall not any of thy sins, be put out by the over-flowing of that precious blood which thy sins caused to run out of his sacred Body? Lastly, consider the immensity of Gods mercy, and the unutterable treasures of his grace, which neither the provocations of thy sin, nor the infinite exactness of his own justice could any way overcome, or constrain to despise the work of his own hands or nor to compassionate the wretchedness of his creature though it cost the Humiliation ⟨p. 144⟩of the Son of God, and the exinanition of his Sacred person to perform it. Lay together all those considerations, and certainly they are able even to melt a heart of Adamant into thoughts of continual thankfulness towards so bountiful a Redeemer.

It was thy Hypocrisy which was the kisse that betraid him, thy covetousnes the thornes that crowned him, thy oppression, and cruelty the nayles, and Speares that peirced him, thy Idolatry and superstition the knee that mocked him, thy contempt of religion the spittle that defiled him, thy anger and bitternes the gall, and v•negar that distasted him, thy Crimson, and redoubled sins the Purple that dishonord him, in a word thou wert the Iew that kild him. Canst thou then have so many members as weapons wherewith to crucify thy Saviour, and hast thou not a heart wherein to recognize, and a tongue wherewith to celebrate the benefits of that bloud which thy sinnes had powred out? The fire is que•ched by that water which by its heate was caused to runne over, and shall not any of thy sins, be put out by the over-flowing of that pretious bloud which thy sinnes caused to run out of his sacred Bodie? Lastly, consider the immensitie of Gods mercie, and the unutterable treasures of his grace, which neither the provocations of thy sinne, nor the infinite exactnes of his owne justice could any way overcome, or constraine to dispise the worke of his owne hands or nor to compassionate the wretchednes of his creature though it cost the Humiliation