Looking unto Jesus a view of the everlasting gospel, or, the souls eying of…

4. They smote him with the palms of their hands, saying, Prophesy unto us, thou Christ, who is he that smote thee? To pass away that doleful, tedious night, they interchangeably sport at him; first one, and then another gives him a stroke (we usually call it a Box on the ear) and being hoodwinked, they bid him a-read who it is that smote him. Some reckon these Taunts amongst the bitterest passages of his Passion; nothing is more miserable, even to the greatest misery, than to see it self scorned of Enemies. It was our Saviour's case; they used this despite for their desport; with a wanton and merry malice they aggravate their injury with scorn; q. d. Come on, thou sayest thou art Christ the Son of the living God, and therefore it is likely thou art Omniscient, thou knowest all things; tell now, who is it that strikes thee? We have blind-folded thee that thou canst not see us with thy bodily eyes, let thy Divinity aread, guess, tell, prophesy, who is it now that smote thee last? Who gave thee that blow? O Impiety without example! Surely if his patience had been less than infinite, these very injuries would have been greater than his patience. In way of Application.

4. They smote him with the palms of their hands, saying, Prophesie unto us, thou Christ, who is he that smote thee? To pass away that doleful, tedious night, they interchangeably sport at him; first one, and then another gives him a stroke (we usually call it a Box on the ear) and being hoodwink'd, they bid him a-read who it is that smote him. Some reckon these Taunts amongst the bitterest passages of his Passion; nothing is more miserable, even to the greatest misery, than to see it self scorned of Enemies. It was our Saviour's case; they used this despight for their desport; with a wanton and merry malice they aggravate their injury with scorn; q. d. Come on, thou sayest thou art Christ the Son of the living God, and therefore it is likely thou art Omniscient, thou knowest all things; tell now, who is it that strikes thee? We have blind-folded thee that thou canst not see us with thy bodily eyes, let thy Divinity aread, guess, tell, prophesie, who is it now that smote thee last? Who gave thee that blow? O Impiety without example! Surely if his patience had been less than infinite, these very injuries would have been greater than his patience. In way of Application.