Away these wanton wandering worldly thoughts, you are clogs to my soul. Away all trifling worldly business, I cannot now attend your call, my heart hath now something else to do. Adieu my Friends, farewell my Husband, Wife and Child, I must go see my bleeding Lord, that's dearer to me than you all. Come now my soul, thou art alone, thou knowest the way make hast and seed; look yonder, see how the people flock; cross but this vale, and climb but up this mount, thou wilt soon arrive at bloody Golgotha, where thou shalt see thy bleeding and dying Saviour to sigh and linger out a dying life on the Cross in love for thee. This, this might, Oh my Soul, have been thy ⟨p. 73⟩day, and thou mightest have been the prisoner; this I say might have been the day in which thou mightest have drunk the bitter cup of the fierce anger of God. But look yonder! there he goes that must drink up the dregs, and all for thee. Look again! there he goes that must lay down his life that thou mayest be reprieved. But come, my soul, draw up a little nearer, thou canst not see him well at so great a distance; stand here and thou wilt see him passing; look, there he goes with a train of Virgins following. But see how cruelly these barbarous Jews do use him, they make him bear his Cross himself, and press his wearied fainting limbs above his strength; see how they laugh and scoff, and wag their heads as if he were their May-game. Methinks my heart boils up with rage to see these cruelties revenged: Oh! how could the blessed God forbear to see his blessed Son thus wronged? Why did he not send twelve Legions of Angels for his rescue? Why doth he not send down fire from Heaven upon the heads of these his Sons enemies, and so consume them? But stay my foolish heart, ⟨p. 74⟩thou knowest not what spirit thou art of; this debt was owing, and it must be paid; God requires so much, and it must be given, or thou canst not be saved. Thy Lord did know this well enough, for this he came from Heaven, and committed himself to the rage of men; he knew he must endure all these revilings, and doth it grieve thy soul to see him thus abased? Stay but a while, and thou shalt see him more; look up, my soul, come, tell me what thou seest? Oh I cannot, sorrow ties my tongue, I cannot speak; I see and hear those things that I want a power to utter.
Away these wanton wandering wordly thoughts, you are clogs to my soul. Away all trifling worldly business, I cannot now attend your call, my heart hath now something else to do. Adieu my Friends, farewell my Husband, Wife and Child, I must go see my bleeding Lord, that's dearer to me than you all. Come now my soul, thou art alone, thou knowest the way make hast and seed; look yonder, see how the people flock; cross but this vale, and climb but up this mount, thou wilt soon arrive at bloody Golgotha, where thou shalt see thy bleeding and dying Siviour to sigh and linger out a dying life on the Cross in love for thee. This, this might, Oh my Soul, have been thy ⟨p. 73⟩day, and thou might'st have been the prisoner; this I say might have been the day in which thou might'st have drunk the bitter cup of the fierce anger of God. But look yonder! there he goes that must drink up the dregs, and all for thee. Look again! there he goes that must lay down his life that thou maist be reprieved. But come, my soul, draw up a little nearer, thou canst not see him well at so great a distance; stand here and thou wilt see him passing; look, there he goes with a train of Virgins following. But see how cruelly these barbarous Jews do use him, they make him bear his Cross himself, and press his wearied fainting limbs above his strength; see how they laugh and scoff, and wag their heads as if he were their May-game. Methinks my heart boils up with rage to see these cruelties revenged: Oh! how could the blessed God forbear to see his blessed Son thus wronged? Why did he not send twelve Legions of Angels for his rescue? Why doth he not send down fire from Heaven upon the heads of these his Sons enemies, and so consume them? But stay my foolish heart, ⟨p. 74⟩thou knowest not what spirit thou art of; this debt was owing, and it must be paid; God requires so much, and it must be given, or thou canst not be saved. Thy Lord did know this well enough, for this he came from Heaven, and committed himself to the rage of men; he knew he must endure all these revilings, and doth it grieve thy soul to see him thus abased? Stay but a while, and thou shalt see him more; look up, my soul, come, tell me what thou seest? Oh I cannot, sorrow tyes my tongue, I cannot speak; I see and hear those things that I want a power to utter.
