The Wand'ring Jew; OR, The Shoemaker of jerusam, who lived when our Saviour Christ was crucified, and apppointed by him to live until his coming again.  
To the tune of, The Ladies Fall.  
 


WHen as in fair Jerusalem  
our Saviour Christ did live,  
And for the sins of all the world,  
his own dear life did give;  
The wicked Jews with scoffs and scorns  
did daily him molest,  
That never till he left his life,  
out Saviour could have rest.   

When they had crowned his head with thorns,  
and scourged him in disgrace,  
In scornful sort they led him forth  
unto his dying place,  
Where thousand thousands in the street  
beheld him pass along,  
Yet not one gentle heart was there  
that pitied thus his wrong.   

Both old and young reviled him,  
as in the streets he went,  
And nothing found but churlish taunts,  
by every one's consent:  
His own dear Cross he bore himself,  
a burden far too great,  
Which made him in the streets to faint,  
and blood and water sweat.   

Being weary, thus he sought to rest  
and ●ase his burdened Soul  
Upon a stone, the which a wretch  
did churlishly control;  
And said away thou King of Jews,  
thou shalt not rest thee here,  
Pass o●, thy execution place  
thou see'st now draweth neére.   

And hereupon he thrust him thence,  
at which our Saviour said  
I sure will rest, but thou shall walk,  
and have no journey stayed:  
With that this cursed Shoemaker,  
for offering Christ this wrong.  
Left Wife and Children house and all,  
and went from thence along.   

Where after he had seen the blood  
of Jesus Christ thus shed,  
And to the Cross his body nailed,  
away with speed he fled,  
Without returning back again  
unto his dwelling place,  
But wandering up and down the world,  
a runagate most base.    

The Second part;  
to the same tune.  

NO resting could he find at all,  
no ease of hearts content,  
No house, no home nor biding place,  
but wand'ring forth he went,  
From Town to Town in foreign Lands  
with grieved Conscience still,  
Repenting sore the heinous guilt  
of his forepassed ill.   

Thus after some few Ages past,  
in wand'ring up and down,  
He much again desired to see  
Jerusalem's renown:  
But finding it all quite destroyed,  
he wandered thence with woe,  
Our Saviour's words which he had spoke  
to verify and show.   

I'll rest (saith he) but thou shalt walk,  
so doth this wand'ring Jew  
From place to place, but cannot stay,  
for seeking Countries new:  
Declaring still the power of him,  
whereas he comes and goes,  
And of all things done in the East  
since Christ his death, he shows.   

The world he hath half compassed round,  
and seen those Nations strange,  
That hearing of the Name of Christ,  
their Idol gods do change:  
To whom he hath told wondrous things,  
of times forepast and gone,  
And to the Princes of the world  
declares his cause of moan;   

Desiring still to be dissolved,  
and yield his mortal breath:  
But yet the Lord hath thus decreed,  
he shall not yet see death;  
For neither looks he old or young,  
but as he did those times  
When Christ did suffer on the Cross  
for mortal sinners Crimes.   

He passed many a foreign place,  
Arabia, Egypt, Africa,  
Grecia, Syria, and great Thrace,  
and through all Hungaria:  
Where Paul and Peter preached Christ,  
those blessed Apostles de●re;  
Where he hath told our Saviour's words  
in Countries fare and near.   

And lately in Bohemia,  
with many a Germane Town,  
And now in Flanders, as is thought,  
he wandreth up and down:  
Where learned men with him confers,  
of these his lingering ●ayes  
And wondering much to hear him tell  
his journeys and his ways.   

If people giveth this Jew an Alms,  
the most that he will take  
Is not above a Groat a time,  
which he for jesus sake  
Will kindly give unto the poor,  
and thereof make no spare,  
Affirming still, that jesus Christ  
of him hath daily care.   

He ne'er was seen to langh nor smile,  
but weep and make great moan,  
Lamenting still his miseries,  
and days for-past and gone.  
If he heard any one blaspheme,  
and take Gods Name in vain,  
He tells them that they crucify  
their Master Christ again.   

If you had seen him die, says he,  
as these mine eyes have done,  
Ten thousand times a day would ye  
his torments think upon,  
And suffer for his sake all pains,  
all torments, and all woes;  
These are his words, and this his life,  
whereas he comes and goes.    
FINIS.   

Printed for E. Wright in Gilt-spur-street.