The second part, to the same tune.
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NO resting could he find at all,
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no ease of hearts content,
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No house, no home, nor byding place,
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but wandring forth he went,
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From Town to Town in forraign Lands
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with grieved Conscience still,
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Repenting sore the hainous guilt
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of his fore-passed ill.
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Thus after some few Ages past,
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in wandring up and downe,
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He much againe desir'd to see
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Jerusalems renowne:
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But finding it all quite destroy'd,
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he wandred thence with woe,
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Our Saviours words which he had spoke
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to verifie and show.
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Ile rest (saith he) but thou shalt walke,
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so doth this wandring Jew,
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From place to place, but cannot stay,
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for seeking Countries new:
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Declaring still the power of him,
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whereas he comes and goes,
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And of all things done in the East
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since Christ his death, he showes.
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The world he hath halfe compast round,
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and seene those Nations strange,
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That hearing of the Name of Christ,
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their Idoll gods doe change:
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To whom he hath told wondrous things,
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of times fore-past and gone,
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And to the Princes of the world
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declares his cause of mone:
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Desiring still to be dissolv'd,
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and yeeld his mortall breath:
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But yet the Lord hath thus decreed,
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he shall not yet see death;
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For neither looks he old or young,
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but as he did those times
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When Christ did suffer on the Crosse
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for mortall sinners Crimes.
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He passed many a forraigne place,
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Arabia, AEgypt, Africa,
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Grecia, Syria, and great Thrace,
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and through all Hungaria:
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Where Paul and Peter preached Christ,
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those blest Apostles deare;
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Where he hath told our our Saviours word
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in Countries farre and neere.
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And lately in Bohemia,
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with many a German Towne,
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And now in Flanders, as is thought
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he wandreth up and downe:
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Where Learned men with him confers,
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of these his lingring dayes,
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And wondring much to heare him tell
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his journeys and his wayes.
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If people giveth this Jew an Almes,
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the most that he will take
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Is not above a Groat a time,
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which he for Jesus sake
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Will kindly give unto the poore,
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and thereof make no spare,
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Affirming still, that Jesus Christ
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of him hath dayly care.
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He nere was seene to laugh nor smile,
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but weep and make great mone,
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Lamenting still his miseries,
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and dayes fore-past and gone.
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If he heard anyone blaspheme,
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and take Gods Name in vaine,
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He tells them that they crucifie
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their Master Christ againe.
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If you had seene him dye, sayes he,
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as these mine eyes have done,
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Ten thousand times a day would ye
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his torments thinke upon,
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And suffer for his sake all paine,
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all torments, and all woes;
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These are his words and this his life,
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whereas he comes and goes.
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