The CRUCIFIXION and RESURRECTION. An ODE. Mary Leapor Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T127827 p. 413 K101776.000 Leapor, Mrs. (Mary), 1722-1746. Poems upon several occasions: By Mrs. Leapor of Brackley in Northamptonshire. London printed: and sold by J. Roberts 1748 pp. 50-52. 15,[5],282p. ; 8⁰.

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The CRUCIFIXION and RESURRECTION . An ODE . I. WHAT means the reeling Earth ? O why These Wonders in the dreadful Sky ? The frighted Sun withdraws its Beams , Deep Groans are heard and doleful Screams . O say , what this Convulsion means : Afflicted Nature with a Shriek replies , A God expires , a mighty Saviour dies . II . The conscious Stars their Rays deny . The Moon receives a crimson Dye . The Temple conscious of its Fall , Now shakes its emblematick Wall . The Ocean stagnates , and the Mountains bow , And Angels weep that never wept till now . III . Still tremble , Earth , and still , O Sky , Thy ever-chearing Lamps deny : Amaz'd still let the Ocean stand , But what remains for guilty Man ? What Groans ? what Sorrows are for him decreed ? For Man whose Crimes have made Perfection bleed ? IV . But see , O see , the Sun returns ! No more afflicted Nature mourns ! The Stars their vacant Orbs regain ! And the Moon sheds a silver Beam ! While heav'nly Voices warble in the Skies , " Behold your Saviour from his Tomb arise . ! " V. While Saints attend the blessed Morn , He rose : — The God in human Form , A Form not made of vulgar Clay : Which , tho' it slept , cou'd not decay ! Hail , Mortals ; Hail ( transported Seraphs cry ) Redeem'd , and favour'd by the God most high . VI . In Heav'n let Joys eternal flow , And Mercy in the Worlds below ; The Penitent shall Peace obtain , And not a Tear shall fall in vain . Then join , ye Worlds , in one glad Chorus sing , Praise to Messiah , and th' Almighty King .