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The Sacrifice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Oh all ye who pass by whose eyes and mind	A
To worldly things are sharp but to me blind	A
To me who took eyes that I might you find	A
Was ever grief like mine	B
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The Princes of my people make a head	C
Against their Maker they do wish me dead	C
Who cannot wish except I give them bread	C
Was ever grief like mine	B
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Without me each one who doth now me brave	D
Had to this day been an Egyptian slave	D
They use that power against me which I gave	D
Was ever grief like mine	B
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Mine own Apostle who the bag did bear	E
Though he had all I had did not forebear	E
To sell me also and to put me there	E
Was ever grief like mine	B
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For thirty pence he did my death devise	F
Who at three hundred did the ointment prize	F
Not half so sweet as my sweet sacrifice	G
Was ever grief like mine	B
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Therefore my soul melts and my heart's dear treasure	H
Drops blood the only beads my words to measure	H
O let this cup pass if it be thy pleasure	H
Was ever grief like mine	B
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These drops being temper'd with a sinner's tears	I
A Balsam are for both the Hemispheres	I
Curing all wounds but mine all but my fears	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Yet my Disciples sleep I cannot gain	J
One hour of watching but their drowsy brain	J
Comforts not me and doth my doctrine stain	J
Was ever grief like mine	B
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Arise arise they come Look how they run	K
Alas what haste they make to be undone	K
How with their lanterns do they seek the sun	K
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
With clubs and staves they seek me as a thief	L
Who am the way of truth the true relief	L
Most true to those who are my greatest grief	L
Was ever grief like mine	B
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Judas dost thou betray me with a kiss	I
Canst thou find hell about my lips and miss	I
Of life just at the gates of life and bliss	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
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See they lay hold on me not with the hands	I
Of faith but fury yet at their commands	I
I suffer binding who have loos'd their bands	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
All my Disciples fly fear puts a bar	M
Betwixt my friends and me They leave the star	M
That brought the wise men of the East from far	M
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Then from one ruler to another bound	N
They lead me urging that it was not sound	N
What I taught Comments would the text confound	N
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
The Priest and rulers all false witness seek	O
'Gainst him who seeks not life but is the meek	O
And ready Paschal Lamb of this great week	O
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Then they accuse me of great blasphemy	P
That I did thrust into the Deity	P
Who never thought that any robbery	P
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Some said that I the Temple to the floor	Q
In three days raz'd and raised as before	Q
Why he that built the world can do much more	Q
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Then they condemn me all with that same breath	R
Which I do give them daily unto death	R
Thus Adam my first breathing rendereth	R
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
They bind and lead me unto Herod he	P
Sends me to Pilate This makes them agree	P
But yet their friendship is my enmity	P
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Herod and all his bands do set me light	S
Who teach all hands to war fingers to fight	S
And only am the Lord of hosts and might	S
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Herod in judgement sits while I do stand	T
Examines me with a censorious hand	T
I him obey who all things else command	T
Was ever grief like mine	B
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The Jews accuse me with despitefulness	I
And vying malice with my gentleness	I
Pick quarrels with their only happiness	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
I answer nothing but with patience prove	U
If stony hearts will melt with gentle love	V
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove	V
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
My silence rather doth augment their cry	W
My dove doth back into my bosom fly	W
Because the raging waters still are high	W
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Hark how they cry aloud still 'Crucify	W
It is not fit he live a day ' they cry	W
Who cannot live less than eternally	P
Was ever grief like mine	B
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Pilate a stranger holdeth off but they	R
Mine own dear people cry 'Away away '	-
With noises confused frighting the day	R
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Yet still they shout and cry and stop their ears	I
Putting my life among their sins and fears	I
And therefore wish my blood on them and theirs	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
See how spite cankers things These words aright	R
Used and wished are the whole world's light	R
But honey is their gall brightness their night	R
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
They choose a murderer and all agree	P
In him to do themselves a courtesy	P
For it was their own cause who killed me	P
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
And a seditious murderer he was	I
But I the Prince of peace peace that doth pass	I
All understanding more than heav'n doth glass	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Why Caesar is their only King not I	W
He clave the stony rock when they were dry	W
But surely not their hearts as I well try	W
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Ah how they scourge me yet my tenderness	I
Doubles each lash and yet their bitterness	I
Winds up my grief to a mysteriousness	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
They buffet me and box me as they list	R
Who grasp the earth and heaven with my fist	R
And never yet whom I would punish miss'd	R
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Behold they spit on me in scornful wise	I
Who by my spittle gave the blind man eyes	I
Leaving his blindness to mine enemies	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
My face they cover though it be divine	B
As Moses' face was veiled so is mine	B
Lest on their double dark souls either shine	B
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Servants and abjects flout me they are witty	P
'Now prophesy who strikes thee ' is their ditty	P
So they in me deny themselves all pity	P
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
And now I am deliver'd unto death	R
Which each one calls for so with utmost breath	R
That he before me well nigh suffereth	R
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Weep not dear friends since I for both have wept	R
When all my tears were blood the while you slept	R
Your tears for your own fortunes should be kept	R
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
The soldiers lead me to the common hall	X
There they deride me they abuse me all	X
Yet for twelve heavn'ly legions I could call	X
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Then with a scarlet robe they me array	R
Which shows my blood to be the only way	R
And cordial left to repair man's decay	R
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear	E
For these are all the grapes SIon doth bear	E
Though I my vine planted and watred there	E
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
So sits the earth's great curse in Adam's fall	X
Upon my head so I remove it all	X
From th' earth unto my brows and bear the thrall	X
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Then with the reed they gave to me before	Q
They strike my head the rock from whence all store	Q
Of heavn'ly blessings issue evermore	Q
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
They bow their knees to me and cry 'Hail king'	R
What ever scoffs or scornfulness can bring	R
I am the floor the sink where they it fling	R
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Yet since man's sceptres are as frail as reeds	I
And thorny all their crowns bloody their weeds	I
I who am Truth turn into truth their deeds	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
The soldiers also spit upon that face	I
Which Angels did desire to have the grace	I
And Prophets once to see but found no place	I
Was ever grief like mine	B
	-
Thus trimmed forth they bring me to the rout	R
Who 'Crucify him ' cry with one strong shout	R
God holds his peace at man and man cries out	R
Was ever grief like mine	B
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