A POEM
ON THE PASSION OF OUR
Lord and Saviour Jesus
Christ.
By Mr. Welsh, late of Liverpool
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WHAT sinful soul cannot lament and cry,
And weep for Christ who for our sins did die?
He all our sins upon his shoulders bore,
All this for sinners Jesus did and more,
When Christ knew his death was drawing near,
His soul got sorry unto death for fear:
In pain and agony his blood did flow,
All this for sinners Christ did undergo.
The traitor Judas did our Lord betray,
And then the wicked Jews took him away—
To Annas and Caiphas he was led,
His dear disciples from their Lord had fled,
Twas there they did our Saviour Christ accuse,
Spit in his face and did his cheeks abuse:
Sweet Saviour dear, those pains you did endure
In agony our sinful wounds to cure.
To Pilate then our Saviour he was brought,
The wicked Jews for cruel witness sought,
They falsely did accuse him to his face,
The Lamb of God did meekly hold his peace.
These bloody wretches all with one accord
To Pilates judgment hall they brought the Lord,
They stript him there, his tender flesh they tore.
Then streams of blood ran down from every pore.
A purple garment then they did prepare,
That shameful robe they made the Lord to wear,
They put a crown of thorns upon his head,
