Classic Poem

The Love of Christ

Oh what unparaleld love was this
Christ left his fathers throne
And all the glory, that was his
What streames of love here ran

Now mortalls stand, & maze
Whilst angells pry, and Gaze
When sin for Justise cry'd aloud
Christ came on wings of love

He came with garments dipt in bloud
Love made him swiftly move,
Behold what Love is this I see
For Christ to come and dye for me

On fiery, flames of love he rode
This love made no delay
The wine-prese of, gods wrath hee trode
Love would not, could not, stay

Whilst wee would of this wonder speak
Our crakt, & narow vessels Leak
What meanst thou thus to darken glory
Its far beyound the pen

Of angels for to write this story
Much more of mortall men
They that would in, this work engage
Must wait for an eternall age.