To the Right Honourable, Dermone, Lord O-Malune, Baron of Gleano-Malune and Cuerchy
Doubtlesse Christ onely loved man the most,
Entring into the world, (though he might boast
Rightly indeede to be the Sonne of God,
Man to deliver from Gods smarting Rod,
On him he rooke, such was his love to man ,
Not in arerages wherein he had ran,
Duely to pay the debts which he did owe,
Expressing plainly that he lov'd man so.
O that our love with zeale to Christ might burne,
Mourne we'de for Christ as he for us did mournt ,
A low, A low, Oh hone for us he cry'd,
Labouring with love when he did earst abide,
Vayling his God-head in Mans shape a while,
No torments him exempt sinne to exile.
Ever he lov'd man , and vild man him loth'd.
Entring into the world, (though he might boast
Rightly indeede to be the Sonne of God,
Man to deliver from Gods smarting Rod,
On him he rooke, such was his love to man ,
Not in arerages wherein he had ran,
Duely to pay the debts which he did owe,
Expressing plainly that he lov'd man so.
O that our love with zeale to Christ might burne,
Mourne we'de for Christ as he for us did mournt ,
A low, A low, Oh hone for us he cry'd,
Labouring with love when he did earst abide,
Vayling his God-head in Mans shape a while,
No torments him exempt sinne to exile.
Ever he lov'd man , and vild man him loth'd.
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