1.  Oh all ye, who passe by, whose eyes and minde

To worldly things are sharp, but to me blinde;

To me, who took eyes that I might you finde:

Was ever grief like mine?

11.  Judas, dost thou betray me with a kisse?

Canst thou finde hell about my lips? and misse

Of life, just at the gates of life and blisse?

Was ever grief like mine?

21. Herod in judgement sits, while I do stand;

Examines me with a censorious hand:

I him obey, who all things else command:

Was ever grief like mine?

22. The Jews accuse me with dispitefulnesse;

And vying malice with my gentlenesse,

Pick quarrels with their onely happinesse:

Was ever grief like mine?

26. Pilate, a stranger, holdeth off; but they,

Mine owne deare people, cry, Away, away,

With noises confused frighting the day:

Was ever grief like mine?

37. And now I am deliver’d unto death,

Which each one calls for so with utmost breath,

That he before me well nigh suffereth:

Was ever grief like mine?

51. O all ye who passe by, behold and see;

Man stole the fruit, but I must climb the tree;

The tree of life to all, but onely me:

Was ever grief like mine?

52. Lo, here I hang, charg’d with a world of sinne,

The greater world o’ th’ two; for that came in

By words, but this by sorrow I must win:

Was ever grief like mine?

54. But, O my God, my God! why leav’st thou me,

The sonne, in whom thou dost delight to be?

My God, my God ------

Never was grief like mine.

59. Betwixt two theeves I spend my utmost breath,

As he that for some robberie suffereth.

Alas! what have I stollen from you? Death.

Was ever grief like mine?

63. But now I die; now all is finished.

My wo, mans weal: and now I bow my head.

Onely let others say, when I am dead,

Never was grief like mine.