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The Love of a dying SAVIOUR WHAT makes this dreadful Sound , Eli , Eli , Lamasabachthani ? What is it makes the Earth to shake ? Who is it makes the Earth to quake ? Jesus . ) 'T is I , poor Soul , that 's lifted up To drink my Father's litter Cup : 'T is I must die the Death o' th' Slave , From Sin and Hell thy Soul to save , Look , see how I am Crucify'd . Behold Im pierced thro' the side ! My tender Head with Thorns is Crown'd , And with the Jews encompass'd round . Whilst dryed with Grief 's my tender Throat , And Soldiers for my seemless Coat Cast Lots . — Father , thy Will be done , Forsak'st thou , Why thine only Son ? See , Sinner , see my Hands are Nail'd , My trickling Side , and Legs , exhal'd From Natures length ! Can'st thou believe ? Do and thou shalt Mercy receive . Soul ) Ah , Lord my trembling So●l relents , And with each Faculty Repents : Lord , I believe , my Unbelief Help thou , and with the blessed Thief , Afford me Mercy , Lord , that I , May dwell with thee Eternally . And since 't is so , to thee I 'll bring Whole Hecatombs of Praise Off'ring . My God , my God , why hast thou forsaken me ? The Passion of our most blessed Lord and Saviour JESUS CHRIST : Or , Cries of the Son of God. OH my Soul , what anxious Thoughts disturb thy Peace ! Why art thou cast down , and why art thou so disquieted within me ! Is there no Ground of Hope left to cast the Anchor of thy Faith upon ? Drop on holy Jesus , who will uphold and sustain thee . Nay tho' I have search'd all the City thro' , yet I can hear no Tidings of him . Arise , O my Soul , come let 's up once more , make enquiry , perhaps he hath lain him down to sleep , till the Morning break . Watchmen , Watchmen , did you see my Beloved go this way ; Tell me , tell me quickly , for my Soul hath long desired to speak with him , and my Heart thirsts after my Love , my Dove , and undefiled One. Who is your beloved ; that we cannot but take notice of him , I pray now , What is your Beloved more than another ; Oh , my beloved is a Bundle of Myrrh , like a Cluster of Camphire in the Valley of Engiddi ! my beloved is fair , having Dove's Eyes , and is the chiefest of ten Thousands . O that I had my Beloved , I would not let him go , but he should lye all night betwixt my Breasts . O therefore , tell me quickly , good Watchmen , that I may find him whom my Soul longs for , Why truly , you seem to be much troubled , and we pity thee ; we must confess ; a Rude Multiude ran this way with Staves , Clubs , and Halberts , and a Candle and Lantern , whispering as they went , but know not what they said or meant , but this we heard them say , He 's in the Garden of Gethsemane . Aye , and are ye sure they said so ? Then my beloved is there , I will follow hard after him , lest the Rabbles find him whom my soul loves . Hark , hark my soul , methinks I hear his Voice most bitterly crying out Lord , where art thou ; What are they a doing to thee ; O my Soul run to his Relief , aye , but whether ; 'T is dark , and the Voice comes from far , and I know not the way . O good Watchmen , pray now lend me , tell me , or shew me the way . We can't go from our Rounds , nor will we , to seek out we know not who , but keep on this Road which leads to the Garden of Gethsemane , and you 'll find him , we believe . Well , I will haste away as fast as I can . What , Lord have I found thee overflow'd with bloody , sweat , pleeding with thy Father , Doth the heavy Loads of Grief overwhelm thy Heart ; Can'st not speak my dear Lord ? Why so sad , O holy Jesus . Who has injured my Love ; What no comfort yet ? Speak Lord , I pray thee , lest I faint for want of one Word proceeding from thy precious Lips to my poor drooping Soul. Behold , Sinners , see what I am now doing for thee . Behold , every Faculty and Power of my Body and Soul is almost spent , in wrestling with my Father for thy Salvation ! But his Wrath is great , and be my Passion never so great , yet there is nothing will do ; nothing can make Attonement but my Life . The Cup must not pass from me , my Father's Will must be doue ; and I am very ready it should be so ; Nay , I the Lord of Life , am willing to stoop to Death , Hell , and the Grave , to free thee from the just Wrath of an angry God. Look , Sirs , Behold the Hour is come , wherein I must be betrayed ? Gentlemen , Who do ye want ? My Name 's Jesus of Nazareth ; D' ye seek me ? Hark ye , you have a sign whereby you know the Person you want . Come Kiss . me : Judas , for lo , I long till all be fulfilled . O my dear God , what shall I do ? I 'll go along with thee , O Lord , where ever thou art , there let me be also . O wicked Soldiers forbear ; what draw their Swords ! Lord , I fear they 'll kill thee . What Judas hast thou no remorse of Conscience at the betraying of thine own Lord and Master , who suffered thee to eat and drink with him at his sacred Table ; Thou wantedst not Money , for thou hadst thy Master's Purse and all at dispose , therefore why didst thou s●ll him ? O covetous Judas , for the lucre of Money , thou hadst sold thy ever blessed Jesus , and thy own Salvation too ? Better had it been if thou hadst never been born . And then Malchus , can'st thou not believe it is the Lord of Life , the King of Isreal , the King of Glory , since thy Ear is healed , but at the stretching out of his Hand ? O Lord , stretch forth thy Hand , and put the Finger of Mercy into my Soul , thro' the Key-hole of my Heart , that I may be healed of all my Sins and Infirmities ? Lord , if thou wilt thou can'st make me clean . Ah , Soldiers , where are you hailing Jesus ? Peter wilt thou not go along with thy Master ? What stand off , to deny him ; O come , and let us follow hard after him ? perhaps with our earnest Cries and Entreaties we may persuade him to let him go . Well Peter if thou wilt not go , I'l● go by my self . O blessed Jesus , what art thou led as a Lamb to the Slaughter ! ( Not by the way . That Soul which would enjoy the Blessings of a Christ , must be contented to bear his Cross. Sure thou never didst offend or injure them in the least , for thou wert all Meakness , when reviled , reviled not again . But my dear Lord , where are we now ? What , vile Rebels , smite your Saviour , and spit i●●is Face like Bruits ! O Lord , why dost thou not cut them off . Peace , silly Soul , ( saith Christ ) Know ye not that I have a Baptism to be baptiz'd with ! And Lo , how I long till it is accomplished ! Thinkest thou not , if I would resist , I would Pray to my Father , and he would give me more than Twelve Legions of Angels to rescue me ! But how then shall the Scriptures be fulfilled , and his Will be done ! All this is nothing to what I must undergo for thy Salvation . Ah , my dear God , my blessed Jesus , let me participate of thy Afflictions , let me resign up all to thee who art King over all , blessed for ever . But , my bless●d Jesus , What Hall is this we are in ! What the Judgment-Hall ! Surely Lord , their Feet are swift to shed innocent Blood , and their Hearts thirst after Destruction . O Annas , thou High Prist , what take Counsel again Jesus of Nazareth , and deliver out of the Treasury thirty Pieces of Silver to cursed Judas , to betray his Master ! better hadst thou delivered out of the Treasury of thy Heart , all thy evil Corruptions , and implore Mercy at his Feet . And now my Soul attend to their Proceedings against thy Lord , and see how unmercifully they are with him . First they carried him to Annas , in order to get Counsel against him ; but he finding the Witnesses were not fully agreed , ( for one said this thing , another that , and a third quite contrary ) gave them longer time to confer about it , that they might One and All , bring in an Accusation to the Purpose . And the better to Effect this he sends them to Caiaphas the High Priest. But he , upon Examination , finding them Confus'd in their Evidence was willing to release him . Upon this rusht into the Assembly many false Witnesses , but they Contradicting one another also , made a very tumultuous Uproar among them . At last came in some few who affirmed , That he raised Lazarus from the Grave after he had been four Days dead and began to stink , which Miracle drew many of the Jews to believe on him , and this said they , we do not affirm only as a Report , but matter of Fact ; for some of us not only heard him say at the Grave's mouth , Lazarus , come forth bound Hand and Feet , with grave Cloaths about him , and a Napkin on his Head. Lo , this we have both seen and heard , with many other things besides . O my dear Lord , What is it they witness against thee ? Do they affirm thou raised Lazarus from the Grave ? What then , ye faithless and perverse Generation , is it not lawful to do good rather than Evil ? Verily , your Hearts are seared , otherwise they would not act contrary to Law and Reason . And O holy Jesus , who raised up Lazarus to Life , raise thou my Soul out of the Grave of Sin , to live the Life of Righteousness . Then the Chief Priests and Elders with the Scribes and Pharisees , farther consulted and said , What do we ? This Man doth many Miracles , and if we let him alone , all Men will believe on him , and the Romans will come and take away our Place and Nation . Miserble Jews how fearful are you lest any should venture on him , and Believe , seeing his Miracles ! Lord , I will freely part with all for thy Sake , Yea , let who will come and possess this earthly Substance , I am content , so I may enjoy the Influence of thy blessed Spirit , which none can rob me of . But Caiaphas said unto them , Ye know nothing at all , nor consider that it is Expedient for us , that no Man should die for the People , and that the Nation perish not . And this he spake not of himself , but God ordered it so , that the Prophecy should come out of his own Mouth , to condemn him at the last Day . And from that time forward , they took counsel to put him to Death . Hitherto all they did , could not accomplish their wicked Designs . At last mad at Heart , they , with a detestable and wicked Resolution , contrived to hire two impudent Soldiers to Swear against him in the High Priest's Hall. Accordingly the Wretches came , and with loud Voices and open Mouths , Cryed , saying , This Fellow said , I am able to destroy the Temple of God and raise it in three Days . And so indeed he was ; for he sp●ke nothing but the Truth , ( meaning his Body as the Apostle Paul s●ys , our Bodies are the Temple of the Holy Ghost ) and that in three Days he sh●●ld raise it ●●●m the Grave . But neither these Fellows , nor his Judges had as yet known the Scriptures , ●or Power of G●d . Then said the High Priest. It is true what these t●o witness against thee ▪ ●ut Jesus h●ld his Peace . Then said the High Priest , I con●ure the● by the ●iving G●d to tell us whether thou art Christ the S●n 〈◊〉 the living God. And Jesus , when it was put 〈…〉 to him in these three great Truths , Art thou Chr●●● the Son of the living God! Answered I am Then the High Priest rent his Cloaths and said , What need we any farther Witness against him ; Ye have all heard how he hath blasphemed ; what think ye ; And they all with one consenting Voi●e , c●ndemn'd him to be guilty of Death . Then they began to Spit on him , and to buffet him , and strike him with the Palms of their Hands , reviling him as a seditous Fellow , blindfolding and smiting him on the Face , saying , Prophecy now unto us , thou , Christ , who is it that smote th●e . At last , finding they could not agree together , as to putting him to Death , and to pass Sentence on him , ( for they all agreed in the just Merits of his Condemnation ) yet he must first be sent to Pontius Pilate their chief Governor . And now , O my Soul , didst thou ever hear such Arrogance , Malice , and Envy before ! Could any imagine their Hearts should be so hardened , who void of any Pity and Compassion , hunted and worried the Lord of Hosts from one Place to another . Well might he say , Foxes have Holes , and Birds of the Air have Nests , but the Son of Man have no where to lay his Head. O my Soul , doth it not make thee tremble to see Christ , thy God , King , and Redeemer , haled by rude Soldiers to Condemnation . Ah , my dear Jesus , what made thee descend from Heaven to Earth , become Man , and be born in an open Stable , in such Poverty and Misery , but Love , celestial Love , to make Satisfaction to thy Father , for all my heinous Sins committed against thy ever blessed Majesty . O dear and wonderful Lord , how shall I require thy Love ! O let me never fall away from Thee , nor thy Faith , but be stedfast to the End ; and happy are all they that after they have denied with Peter their Redeemer , find a Door of Mercy open to receive them again . O Peter , dost thou not remember thy Master's Words now ! What curse and swear you know him not , when but a little before you said , Though I should Dye with thee , yet will I not deny thee ! How hast thou forgotten thy own Promise and Ingagement made to thy departing and dying Saviour ! Now Peter art thou in the Gall of Bitterness , and in the Blood of iniquity Doth not the Arrows of the Almighty wound thy Soul , now thou seest thou art fallen ? O let him that standeth , be cautious lest he fail in the same manner as thou hast done ! And now , my Soul , hark , what are they going to do ? O dear Lord God , precious Jesus , what will nothing appease the Tumult , but thy Death ? O Pilate , proceed not to condemn thy Redeemer , but rather suffer thy Body to be torn in Pieces by the Multitude . And Pilate , seeing nothing would avail , nor would they suffer him to be released , after he was scourged , buffetted , smitten , spit upon , reviled , mocked , and hist at , with his Head crowned with sharp Thorns , which like Needles pierced his tender Brain ; and his Body is scorn cloathed with a Purple Robe . Thus dealt with , they admitted no Plea for him , but cryed out , Release unto us Barabbas , and crucify this seditious Fellow Jesus ; away with him , away with him . Pilate seeing this , and that the Uproar was great , called for Water , and washing his Hands , said , I am innocent of the Blood of this just Person , see you to it . Then answered all the People , His Blood — Nay , hold Gentlemen , ( saith Pilate ) here your King stands , I have examined him , and endeavoured to trap him in his Replies , and lo ! I find no fault at all in him . But they cried out the more outragiously , Crucify him , Crucify him : his Blood be upon us , and on our Children . Then released he Barabbas , and scourging Jesus delivered him to be Crucified . Ah , cruel Pilate , who hast thou Condemned ? The Lord of Glory , the Son of God , and redeemer of the World. See yonder , how He 's haled away from thee , stooping under the Burden of his Cross , and his feeble Legs trembling by Reason of its Weight ; so that with the Dust , Dirt , Crowd , Sweat , Blood , and want of Sustenance , to revive his fatigued drooping Spirits , the blessed Jesus is ready to sink . Can'st thou look after him , Pilate , and see all this , and thy Heart and Soul not faint and bleed ? O Lord , let me with the happy Cyrenian , help to bear thy Cross. And , after they had abused him , and put many Indignities upon him , they led him towards Golgotha to crucify him ? where they gave him Vinegar and Gall to drink , and when he had tasted thereof , he would not drink . And now , O blessed Jesus , what Eye can endure to see or behold thee ? How with rude , brawny Fists , and sear'd Hearts , they force , twist , pull , hale , and extend thy sacred Hands , which were always doing Good , and Healing Diseases , now Nailing to the Cross ? What Heart cannot but Mourn , and Lament bitterly , as not being able to behold thee ? Surely , our very Souls must be pricked , and our Hearts break within us , to see thy ever blessed Side pierced , springing out Streams of Blood. Nailed to the Cross his Arm out-stretch'd , Thro Ag●ny a Sigh he fetch'd ; Whose Voice all Thunders did out-do , Rending the Temple's Vail in two ; Making the Earth to shake , and those Who slept in Graves , forthwith arose And after he aloud had cry'd , Gave up the Ghost , thus crucify'd Between two Thieves they did him rear , Piercing his Body with a Spear , Whilst Soldiers thro' base Avarice , Do for his seamless Coat cast Dice . How , Lord canst forbear ? When I consider every Sigh , every Groan , every Cry and Tear , every drop of Blood , every Pain , every Twitch , Besides G●nvulsions and Extortions that thou endurest , are the Products and Effects of my Sin ? Lord let not a Minute nor Thought be spent in vain , now thou art dying and bleeding on the Cross. And now , O holy Jesus , help my poor crippled Soul thro' the Crowd , to lay it self at the Foot of thy Cross , to receive the drops of Blood , as they come trickling down from thy Wounds upon my defiled Soul that not one drop of thy precious Blood may Spil on the Ground , or the sacred Liquor of eternal Life be wasted or lost . O Lord , who is able to behold thee longer ? O that I could bleed , Dye , and pour out my very Soul with thee . Lord , remember me when thou comest into thy Kingdom ! O Lord , O Lamb of God , and Redeemer of the World , hear me ! Remember me now thou art giving up thy precious life , and pouring out thy innocent , harmless ; and compassionate S●ul . But stay , O blessed Jesus , what is it I perceive and see in this black and dismal Hour ? Lord , is it thee , in thine Agony and bloody Sweat ? It is so dark I can but just see thee . Is it not finish'd yet ? What say'st thou Lord , to a poor fainting , dying Soul ? Speak , Lord , speak one Word of Comfort to me notwithstanding thine Adversaries and implacable Enemies about thee . Wilt thou speak , Lord , and my Soul shall hear ? If thou art so faint thou can'st not ●●eak , let thy good Prophet speak for thee . Wherefore when I came , there was no Man to h●lp : When I called there was none to hear ? Do you think I am past saving you ? Tho' you all forsake me in this Hour of my Crucifixion , yet I do not forsake you , my Children , and my Flock , my poor Lambs , my Redeemed and Purchas'd of my Soul : Is my Hand shortned at all , tho' nailed to the Cross , that I cannot Save , or that I cannot Redeem ? Beh●ld , at my Rebuke I dry up the Sea : and I , tho' dying at the Cross , this Moment make the Earth to shake ; and it would immediately tumble down into the eternal bottomless Pit , but that I bear up the Pillars thereof . Let the Jews have as mean and vile Thoughts of me as they please , yet it is I that makes the Rocks to rent , the Sun to gather Paleness , and the Moon to turn into Blood. But to set at Liberty the Purchas'd of my Soul , I freely give my Back to the Smiters , and my Cheeks to them that pluck off my Hair. Up , O my Soul , or else thou wilt lose the Sight of thy Saviour ; Darkness hasten 〈◊〉 pace . O holy Jesus , is it not thee ? Let me wipe and drain my dim and almost spent Eyes , and look again ; Lord , it is thee : I still perceive the Tears distilling down thy sacred Face , the Temples boyling out spirituous Blood ; and thy sacred Hands and Feet blubbering up and venting from behind the Nails great Bladders of Blood and Froth from the expulsive ●●rts of the most exquisite Torments . What from the sixth till almo●t the ninth Hour , is my dear Saviour in the heighth of this vehement Agony , and not over yet ? What Sin am I guilty of that is not atton'd yet ; that God is so incensed at , that he will not yet pardon ? O quickly , quickly help me , O my God , to find it out , that thou may'st no longer be extorted and convul●'d in these grievous Torments . Look upon me , Jesus ; one Glance , sweet Jesus . What dost ●ook ? Lord , that one languishing dying Look has brought all to Remembrance , Lord , humbly resign it all up , that thou mayst be delivered from the T●rments and Bondage of Death , that my Soul may be saved thereby . O but hark , hark my Soul ! what 's that which sounds thus in my Ear ? I am sure it is no usual Cry : It can come from none but my tortur'd Redeemer . Silence , hark ! what is 't ? Eli , Eli , Lameaesabac●hani : My God , my God , why hast thou f●rsak●n me ? O God , O Lord , O ever blessed Redeemer , O Saviour , O Son and Lamb of God , Where shall I ●ide my self from the Wrath and dreadful Displeasure of thy Father ? If thou cry'st out so , what then can I do ? If the Son of God cries our so bitterly , what must a poor , vile , wretched , miserable Sinner do ? What , still persist , ye incredulous Jews ! See , the Lord of Life prays for you , Father forgive them for they know not what they do . Do you begin to have some Remorse ? Doth your Conscience smite you , and compel ye to cry out , Surely this is the Son of God! Can't ye find in , ●our Hearts to take him down bef●re ●is last Breath expires ? Behold his Arms stretcht out along time to embrace Sinners , and now he bows his Head to kiss ' em ? Lord , one sweet Kiss before thou givest up the Ghost . And when Jesus cried with a loud Voice , he said , Father into thy Hands I commit my Spirit , And having thus said , he gave up the Ghost . Ah my Soul , where is thy Redeemer gone ? Behold here hangs his Body besmear'd with Blood ! With Skin all torn with Knobs and Wheals of Stripes , hanging down his Head , crown'd with a Garland of Thorns , trickling thro' his Skull to the tender Brain , and nailed to the Cross. What so henious a Fault could he do to deserve it ? What Judge could be so cruel to put him to it ? What Man could have so butcherly a Mind as to deal so outragiously with him ? Ah , dear Love , where art thou ? Thou art the Comfort of my Heart , the Sola●e of my Mind , the true Content and Joy of my Afflicted Soul , where art thou to be found ? Let me but know , and thither speedily will I go ; for where thou art , there is all Treasure , true Peace , true Rest and Happiness to be had , How shall I find thee ? Ah where shall I find thee , my dear Lord ? When shall I requite thy Labour ? How shall I be able to requite thy woful Pain and Death for me ? Ah how shall I do something acceptable and grateful unto thee ? Ah how shall I subsist without my Life , or live without my Love ? Thou art my Life and Love ; and it is worse than Death to me here to live , and not to live in thee . Ah , Love divine , shew now thy Power , and carry me beyond my self ! O endless Light , illuminate my Understanding , to know what and where thou art ! O burning Fire of endless Flames of Love , consume me quite , and let me hear no more what yet I am , but transform me to be somewhat like thy sweet self , that I may live in thee , both here and to all Eternity . Ah thou that excellest all the Children of Men in Beauty ; in whose Lips Grace was shed so plentifully , yea even with God's own Hand , Where is that Beauty of thine ? Where is that Grace of thy Lips ? I find it not , I see it not ; fleshly Eyes conceive not such a Mystery ; open thou the Eyes of my Mind ; b●ing thy divine Light ne●r ●o me , and give me Power to look more wisely upon thee . I see it is Jesus the Son of God , the unspotted Lamb , without Sin , without Fault , without Offences , which took my wickedness upon him , to the intent that being set free from Sin , might be again brought into God's Favour ; rise again from my Fall ; return home from Banishment , and that which I deserv'd he suffered , and that which I could never attain unto he freely giveth . Ah , me Redeemer , Deliverer and Saviour , draw me to thee , that being always mindful of thy Death , trusting always in thy Goodness ; And being always thankful for thy unspeakable Be●efits , I may be made a Pertaker of so great a Reward , and not seperated from thy Body through my own Unthankfulness , so as thou should'st have been born in vain in respect of me , and in vain have suffered so many Torments , and most cruel Death , of thine own accord , for my sake . And now raise up thy Head , my Soul , and look up to Heaven , and behold the Glory of thy Crucified Saviour , f●r why should my He●●t still dwell upon Earth , since the Treasure thereof is return'd to Heaven ▪ and since my glorify'd Jesus is ascended above , to prepare me a Place in his own Kingdom . O Heaven ! to thee I lift up my languishing Head , stretching ●ut my trembling Hands to reach at thy G●ories , for so he that was dead , and laid in the Grave low enough to prove himself M●n , is risen again , and asc●nded into Heaven , high enough to prove himsel God. Dr●w me , dear Lord , af●er thee , and the Odours of thy Sw●etness , that I may run with delight th●o ▪ all the Paths of thy pr●cious and pleasant C●mmands , and not Crucify thee afresh daily in Sinning against thy most sacred Majesty . And , O my dear Jesus , carry me safely through this Word , and when I depart , let thy Angels convey me to thy blissful Throne , to behold thy glorious Fa●e , and rejo●ce with thee in thy Kingdom to all Eternity . An HYMN . AND now , my Soul , canst thou forget That thy whole Life is one long Debt Of Love to him , which on the Tree Paid back thee F●esh he took for thee . See how the Streams of precious Blood Flow from five Wo●nds into one Fl●od . With these he washes all thy Stains ; And by thy Ease with his own Pains . Live , O for ever Live and Reign , Blest Lamb , whom thy own Love hath slain , And m●y thy lost Sheep live to be True Followers of thy Cross and thee . The CONCLUSION . SING Halleluiah to our Lord , who nobly entertains His Friends with Bread of Life , and Wine that issu'd from his Veins . He gave his Body to be broke , and unto Death bleed : That we his sacred Blood may Drink , and on his Flesh might feed . A bitter Cup with Terror fill'd he drank off for our sake , That we might of these heav'nly Sweets his Table yields , partake O save us ; Lord to thee we cry , from whence all Blessings spring ; We on thy Grace alone rely , alone thy Glory sing . For 't is not this alone , nor that , thou hast bestow'd on me ; But all I have , and all I hope , I have and hope from thee . But more I have , and more I hope , than I ●an speak or think ; Thy Blessing first refresh , then fill , then overflow the brink . Jesus sweet Jesus is the Name my Heart shall still adore , Sweet Jesus is the charming Word which doth my ●ife restore . Live then , O Christ , O Lamb of God , thy Throne establishd be ▪ For ever m●y all Hearts and Tongues 〈◊〉 P●a●ses unto thee . N●w Glory to the eternal Lord , thrice blessed Three in One ; T●y Name at all tim●s be ador'd , till Time i●self be done . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A44538-e570 The contrite Heart of an humble Soul falls in Love with the Excellency of Jesus , and thirsteth after him . The Answer of All. The Soul finde its Saviour praying and sweating in the Garden .