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it so much strained his body, hanging only by the nails, and rent wider the wounds of his hands and feet.

Sweet Saviour, can there be found a heart so hard, and steely, which is not mollified at such a spectacle, when the very stones did cleave asunder, as sensible of thy cruel torments?

O Lord, the dolours of death compassed thee round about; the storms and waves of the raging sea environed thee on every side, the waters entered into thy soul: thou didst descend to the deep abyss, where thou couldst find no footing. When thy heavenly Father did forsake thee. Lord, what couldst thou expect thy enemies would do? they cried out against thee, and thy friends did wound thy heart; thy soul was sad and heavy, neither was there any that would comfort thee.

Lord, from these unheard-of torments, and abundant satisfaction which thou madest for my sins, I cannot but acknowledge, with all humility, the grievousness of my heinous transgressions, which were the occasions of all thy miseries. I see thee, my King and God, fastened upon a wooden cross, with two iron nails; thy precious and tender flesh, to be stretched without any manner of respite. If thou wouldst a little ease thyself upon thy feet, the weight of thy whole body enlargeth their wounds: if thou wouldst leave the burthen to thy hands, the weight of it doth likewise rend