George Herbert--The Sacrifice (Pt 3)

Weep not, dear friends, since I for both have wept,
When all My tears were blood, the while you slept:
Your tears for your own fortunes should be kept:
Was ever grief like mine?

The soldiers lead Me to the common hall;
There they deride Me, they abuse Me all:
Yet for twelve heavenly legions I could call:
Was ever grief like mine?

Then with a scarlet robe they Me array;
Which shews My blood to be the only way,
And cordial left to repair man's decay:
Was ever grief like mine?

Then on My head a crown of thorns I wear;
For these are all the grapes Sion doth bear,
Though I My vine planted and watered there:
Was ever grief like mine?

So sits the earth's great curse in Adam's fall
Upon My head: so I remove it all
From the earth unto My brows, and bear the thrall:
Was ever grief like mine?

Then with the reed they gave to Me before,
They strike My head, the Rock from whence all store
Of heavenly blessings issue evermore:
Was ever grief like mine?

They bow their knees to Me, and cry, Hail, King :
Whatever scoffs or scornfulness can bring,
I am the floor, the sink, where they it fling:
Was ever grief like mine?

Yet since man's sceptres are as frail as reeds,
And thorny all their crowns, bloody their weeds;
I, who am Truth, turn into truth their deeds:
Was ever grief like mine?

The soldiers also spit upon that face
Which angels did desire to have the grace,
And prophets once to see, but found no place:
Was ever grief like mine?

Thus trimmed forth they bring Me to the rout,
Who Crucify Him, cry with one strong shout.
God holds His peace at man, and man cries out:
Was ever grief like mine?

They lead Me in once more, and putting then
My own clothes on, they lead Me out again.
Whom devils fly, thus is He tossed of men:
Was ever grief like mine?

And now weary of sport, glad to engross
All spite in one, counting My life their loss,
They carry me to My most bitter cross:
Was ever grief like mine?

My cross I bear Myself, until I faint:
Then Simon bears it for Me by constraint,
The decreed burden of each mortal Saint:
Was ever grief like mine?

O all ye who pass by, behold and see:
Man stole the fruit, but I must climb the tree;
The tree of life to all, but only Me:
Was ever grief like mine?

Lo, here I hang, charged with a world of sin,
The greater world o' the two; for that came in
By words, but this by sorrow I must win:
Was ever grief like mine?

Such sorrow, as if sinful man could feel,
Or feel his part, he would not cease to kneel,
Till all were melted, though he were all steel.
Was ever grief like mine?

But O My God, My God! why leav'st Thou Me,
The Son, in Whom Thou dost delight to be?
My God, My God---------
Never was grief like mine.

Shame tears My soul, My body many a wound;
Sharp nails pierce this, but sharper that confound;
Reproaches, which are free, while I am bound:
Was ever grief like mine?

Now heal Thyself, Physician; now come down.
Alas! I did so, when I left My crown
And Father's smile for you, to feel His frown:
Was ever grief like mine?

In healing not Myself, there doth consist
All that salvation, which ye now resist;
Your safety in My sickness doth subsist:
Was ever grief like mine?

Betwixt two thieves I spend My utmost breath,
As he that for some robbery suffereth.
Alas! what have I stolen from you? death:
Was ever grief like mine?

A King my title is, prefixed on high;
Yet by My subjects I'm condemned to die
A servile death in servile company:
Was ever grief like mine?

They give Me vinegar mingled with gall,
But more with malice: yet, when they did call,
With manna, Angel's food, I fed them all:
Was ever grief like mine?

They part My garments, and by lot dispose
My coat, the type of love, which once cured those
Who sought for help, never malicious foes:
Was ever grief like mine?

Nay, after death their spite shall further go;
For they will pierce My side, I full well know;
That as sin came, so Sacraments might flow:
Was ever grief like mine?

But now I die; now all is finished.
My woe, man's weal: and now I bow My head:
Only let others say, when I am dead,
Never was grief like Mine!