Pleasure or businesse, so, our Soules admit
For their first mover, and are whirld by it.
Hence is't, that I am carryed towards the West
This day, when my Soules forme bends toward the East.
There I should see a Sunne, by rising set,
And by that setting endlesse day beget;
But that Christ on this Crosse, did rise and fall,
Sinne had eternally benighted all.
Yet dare I'almost be glad, I do not see
That spectacle of too much weight for mee.
Who sees Gods face, that is selfe life, must dye;
What a death were it then to see God dye?
It made his owne Lieutenant Nature shrinke,
It made his footstoole crack, and the Sunne winke.
Could I behold those hands which span the Poles,
And tune all spheares at once, peirc'd with those holes?
During the crucifixion the elements — or God’s ‘Lieutenant Nature’ — responded, notably with an earthquake and an eclipse of the sun. 
 Donne is a masterful craftsman. In this couplet he begins with ‘It made’, forming  syntactic parallels  to give emphasis and rhythm.
Good-Friday 1613 Riding Westward